Horseshoe Gang - Starving lyrics

[Intro: Demetrius] What? Don't compare us to no rapper, n***a Y'all n***as in a big house, n***a; I'm on a couch, n***a I'm in these streets right now, y'all n***as comfy Y'all n***as comfortable n***a; I'm starvin', I'm past hungry EBT card on GR, n***a, that type of starvin' n***a Ribs is touchin'... [Hook: Demetrius] Don't you ever compare us to y'all Y'all n***as can never measure up at all While y'all n***as is ballin' and ballin', we starvin' My n***as is fed up, but not fed at all, at all n***a we starvin' [Verse 1: Demetrius] Flow tighter than Flo Rida, but Flo Rida's ballin' They want me to rap like Waka sh**, so I done lost it You spittin' by these knock-offs, you spittin' by that soft sh** You pissin' God and Pac off, so this is why I talk sh** Y'all wanna beef, sh** I'm itchin' to see You famous rappers couldn't even f** with a picture of me Hope you thinking of mentioning me or even dissing a G I'll rip your f**ing limbs off and toss them sh**s in a sea Look, f**ing with me costs you an arm and a leg, you'll need to find Allah That mean you need to find your Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm and your Head Rip you apart into shreds, you thought I was just an artist But I'm starving instead [Hook] [Verse 2: Julius] Yo, I'm here to slay these lames, no more rappers avoided I was appointed to diss rappers, now I'm disappointed Making good music before Big Sean met 'Ye Was a bad boy back when Big and Sean met, wait When it come to that flow, I'm a big timer, I'm fresh baby I'm fly, my crew straight set records, set the record straight I'm up for anything, I sit here sippin' Folgers When a war gets cold, call me the Winter Soldier Better than y'all, spittin' bar-for-bar, you may be a boss Yeah, better watch where you flickin' your cigar The race is on, who be the first to diss is on your mark I wish a famous rapper would, I wish upon a star [Hook] [Verse 3: Kenny] Good golly, oh damn; don't get bodied, I go ham You couldn't be close to me if you stood by me, no chance I'll chop your hands off in front of your mother And tell her, "Look mommy, no hands" I'm schitz prolly, b**h try me? No ma'am When I'm flowin', I'm a machine and I'm blowin' all of this green I'm a pro with them grams, you could call me a program n***as say that they write crack and be straight wack And I don't like that or say somethin' ill about my pack And like a slave master, I'm a strike back I'm stuffin' Kush in my blunt till what I am puffing's fatter It calms me and keep me from k**in' a f**ing rapper It'll leave pieces of his brain on my shirt once his skull gets shattered Make brain particles become my answer to "What's the matter?" [Hook]