COS - Hungry Man's Syndrome lyrics

[Intro] (Everyone talking) [First Verse] I gotta get all my sh** n***a For one, don't touch my money That I done worked to hard for me to let you take it from me Leave sh** bloody like that Carrie b**h Look at all these scary tricks Run around town like they got grip Gone get them very quick When we slide through in black fits Dress up like its halloween Kick your door down Let off some more rounds Until I hear them screams Wake up this ain't no dream We shake fools up like cream When they least expect it Evade they grounds and beat them down with the weapon Cross them up like intersections Pick them off like interceptions We gone get you for your bricks and all you prized posessions A live and stressin thats my daily routine Might catch me on a corner, twenty-first street Holdin' some cream,blowin on some greens Pullin' licks and plottin schemes Young swartzan***a done forced these n***as to break bread just like a fiend Pop 'til they bleed I got me needs by any means I got a heat so feels this heat If you try shortening me out my cheese [Second Verse: Sicx] Skip over the same beat and path But still got on the same ski mask Hit the weed and splash on to blast on sight Murder cologne Tonight Ima do this all alone Cause money don't make itself So Ima breathe life into the chrome Full blown, hungry man's syndrome And he made me lift him the same fifty feet Told