Marc Goone - Hunger lyrics

[Marc Goone] You may be younger than me More humble than me But ain't nobody got more hunger than me When they gonna tell me what I'm gonna be I blocked them out to the sound of the beat And I been Vibin' my mind Reside on islands When I be rhymin Writing And now I finally Found it My sound is Finally comin' out the way I mean it when I write it Every night I'm rippin up the weed and I'mma light it Workin at it now and I don't even get excited If I had the dough I wouldn't care if people like it But I don't But I got this With a little dough in my pockets Prolly wouldn't go As hard as I do if I knew that I had another option I'm grindin 5 to 9 And I know no amount of Time is enough I'm tryna Climb and damn right I'm outta my mind I'm movin Product alotta the pot I got it I'm probably not gon stop it Till I get popped with a lot is so [Hook] You ain't got more hunger than me(x4) You may be younger than me More humble than me And pummel a beat More cunning than me But know one thing if you comin at me You ain't got more hunger than me You ain't got more hunger than me(x2) [Marc Goone] Nowaday ya better bet that I'm not about to give a sh** if people think I'm never gonna make it when I rap (nope) Lookin back I never really bought in Didn't believe it and before when you would doubt it I would take it as attack That Crap Try to go and put it in the past Lacked Sack Back Then When I didn't even know where I was at Whack Crap Talent Lack That's what's runnin through my stomach I would plummet Even utter You don't love it I rebut it Time's a hundred Now it's been alleviated, deviated from relying On people tellin me I need to be this y'all be quiet I'mma do without a movement now I know I gotta do it got it movin nobody gonna keep me down I'm flyin [Hook] [Futuristic] More hunger than Jared before Subway I drop a video like every single Sunday I swear to God I'm so tired of saying 'One Day' Fun Day I turned down a deal on Monday I won't sell my soul for a couple dollars Then make lame songs Gucci Louie Fendi Prada Top models? sh** a n***a already got em I'm pushing this way Somebody come spot em I'm lookin like a boss in my city Still hungry like I'm Rick Ross in my city What? Yeah that was a fat joke, bad joke Where's the ranch, bro? I got sauce in my city! (sauce) And I ain't stoppin till my crib got a pool in it Basketball court with twenty rooms in it A movie theatre a maid with big b**bs Take my kids to school will I'm making big moves in it And I'm chaisin that dream Eatin beats just like cookies and ice cream Coco home on my team like Ice-T Watchin games courtside just like spike-lee soo You should do the right thing and direct all that hatred to somebody else And if you got beef I'm about to have a feast and I eat that sh** all by myself [Hook]