Erick Arc Elliott - Hunger lyrics

[Verse 1] They say you can't live for the moment And you can't trust the n***as that you roll with So my days consist of a strip club Make it rain a sick flood, I just love Managers saying that Arc is a risk He's a rebel, he's known to tear it apart if it exists [?] my thoughts is all black Bothered by fake gimmicks and n***as that can't rap, man Feeling good now, so I toast to it You can't tell me that you're mad, cause I goes through it And I wrote to it, then I'mma smoke to it Nothing comes close to it (Chill E, don't do it) I mean imagine that, this is all me And there's never been enough of you for me to ever see, man And I bleed through my soul when I let it go When I steam through the shape of a letter O So you bet it's so, shorty waiting at the door All my friends say I'm hard work and no metaphor Work better with no sleep, to understand How I plan, here I am, with pen in hand Loose change, pulling pockets of lint Reminiscing what I jot when I vent Have you not been convinced? I'm on top, you underneath, you under that It is a rap, well listen Jack, just run it back [Hook] Things can't be the same since I left you Cause I do it for my moms and my nephew I gotta get to, I gotta get to You gotta get an open life if it lets you I got away from the shade, this is how I bathe This is how I'm living my life every day Can't do no better, can't do no better [Verse 2] Malia's on, tricks, women that you never see An entourage, a ménage, and a melody Can't cut it, Arc is like a diamond to 'em So I treat 'em like my sons when I'm rhyming to 'em Lay low, payroll when I can Press the mixtape, still courtesy of Ant Two years, and my mom cries two tears One for her son, and one for my kid (not yet) Drops when the day rocks, JanSport backpack Match that through the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ I'm an investment, make sure you know me Shouts all, they know Erick is my co-de Some call me something else, I feel their vibe too They say I'm unique, and I fly Too many, and it's so petty You say I'm so broke but I know you got plenty Run the same game, all these chess boards Being broke is a struggle, but it just made me invest more Hit 'em with a ditty-bop or the pimp lean Make sure they're still salvaging the NC This food for thought, but k** swims No use in playing the game you can't win Friends, the odd ones, plus family and enemies Essentially you just clowns who pretend to be [Hook] Lil homegirl