Intro: A Starving artist don’t care about fame A Starving artist don’t care about name Just throw him a good chicken And you can keep all the credit Verse: I can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks You might call me crazy but I don’t give a fuck What shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket No means to promote it Hear the voice of a Starving artist, reaching out to every artist Who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me I got music for sale just tell me what you need And I don’t even need the credit, just some money for trees Call me cheap yea I know I don’t care bro You see this fire round my head, nor be halo My head dey really burn Give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job But I’m just fresh out of school with no work experience They wanna hire somebody that got some work experience At least five years, wait five years I spent twenty something years tryna get here Studying for a degree that now seems useless That’s twenty something years of slavery, no bull shitting I could’ve spent that time serving in alaba By now I for get boys under me calling me master But now I dey Alaba with my cd for hand Praying to God I find a marketer that be feeling my jam But, nobody feels it, the lyrics too explicit And my bills keep pilling up, I’m about to lose it aswear Already lost my girl, I nor go lie she try For a very long time she was by my side But the going kept getting tougher Nobody like suffer so she left me for a richer brother I’m lonely with no money got no Shawtys got no hommies No I got a couple hommies I don’t need a lot of hommies There’s nothing in my tummy, but I be spitting still Every single bar is hard nigga I’m spitting still Breaking out of boxes Punches harder than rockys My music only for junkies, this shit is doper than kpoli This is pure cocaine, that blue magic shit Turn the volume up and get high, you ain’t gotta sniff For real I’m killing the mic with everything that I write But I be Starving out here I swear to God nor be lie So niggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats I’m addicted to this, you’d never see me quit Never
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