Tim West - Hungry lyrics

[Hook: Kenny] A n***a hungry than muhf**er A n***a hungry than a muhf**ing muhf**er, muhf**er A n***a hungry than muhf**er A n***a hungry than a muhf**ing muhf**er, muhf**er Man, a n***a hungry than a mug though Man, a n***a starving like a mug yo A n***a hungry than muhf**er A n***a hungry than a muhf**ing muhf**er, muhf**er [Verse 1: Kenny] Throw my cup of noodles in the microwave, 3 minutes Chopped hotdogs in it when the things finished Merk off in my bucket, dipping like "f** it" They don't know that later I may sleep in it I barely got enough to be a year-lease tenant New movie out, I'm thinking of peeping it I hit the theater and sneak in it This my last hundred, I'm keeping it A hundred I'm keeping it Poor little Kenny, poor little Kenny To make his problems go away, pour a little Henny A n***a never had sh**, what I'm gon' ask How can I give a sh**? Can't give what I don't have Grew up with no cash, no pad Just a broke a** with a notepad So f** haters, "CD player" is what I'm calling you It's nothing to stop you playing and put the paws on you Cuzz [Hook] [Verse 2: Julius] Is it wrong that I wanna get it on 'til I die f** a slice n***a, I'm trying to get that whole f**ing pie A n***a hungry than a muhf**er, f**ing ribs touching Man, this six-pack stomach didn't come from doing crunches And my woman told me she'll stay with me even if I don't make it Now tell me that ain't some down sh** f** that, I'mma make it cause my lyrics hella fly Ironically, being fly keeps my grounded But sh**, I'm just sick of low funds Trying to stand on my own 2, got a n***a on 1 Man I'm trying to get that cheese, I'm trying to get that lettuce You must heard, I'mma go HAM 'til all my n***as get bread If I had 2 chains now, I'd pawn em now, I ain't kidding I ain't got no car so I ain't riding around, I ain't getting it But if you think we won't make it to the top spot [?] It's like a "f**" in a church, n***a I'll be God damned [Hook] [Verse 3: Tim West] Them n***as hating but your b**h love it I'm hungry, I got 8 stomachs Just wait for it, I receive it like I prayed for it And I pay forward to the legends So they save it for me like my plate warming, wait I'm a number 1 draft pick [?] the top, no comma just like an asterisk ba*tard, mastered my craft and I'm the blacksmith But I forge a sword that transform Uma Thurman to a [?] I'mma, I'mma just get that money 'til we hella straight My dick poking her stomach, she got a belly ache My flow punching you, punctual b**h, I'm never late n***a hungry, need 11 plates Yeah this C.O.B, the rhyme G-O-D's Got the game in a bubble, y'all P-O-P And pop-rap, better stall that I'm clutch when I fall back 2-3 Jordan b**hes, I'm all that [Hook]