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the hunger never ends - taey lyrics

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syncing raps like water gaps, n*ggas getting overlapped
out the “a” still rep my flag, different n*gga like my dad
rappers mad just watch em cap, never seen as handicap
i’m on the road to get the bag, hate me now don’t love me then

living life straight out the box, because i’m working out my jabs
only dress to please myself, took my coat straight off the shelf
pull up with it watch me flex, tell your trick to hit me back
d*mn i really am a mess, blowing gas to ease the stress

yes, praise the lord & let him bless
dreams is overcasted, still in need to take a chance
sticking to my guns hope i’m never riding trends
double up my check because the hunger never ends

riding dolo since a teen, inside this world of false pretense
need some explanations fast, sh*t is barely making sense
aye the poverty in mass, because the government is trash
ain’t no way to understand what isn’t known but only felt

yeah, and ain’t forgot about them shots yet
n*ggas making scenes, actin hard until we hit back
hanging with yo girl i hit the back just like a drum pad
minding all my business many men is getting whiplashed

cheers mane, n*ggas dripping on that drip drank
big schemes, all we care about it progress
chase dreams, get the fam up off that project
count k’s, tell marandzas get to fall back

10th grade that’s when i became an outcast
home ain’t feel like home but still is home like wtf mane ?
had to get up off that sh*t until a n*gga lost brains
f*ck whatever happens i’ve been jugging since my born day

pass the ammo he been spitting, taey, the ak
put your favorite rapper in a coffin g, he don’t play
drop a classic, then go trapping, n*gga $orr¥
make them rappers mad its absurd, they ain’t worthy

all black taking walks down the hallway
dual tape recorder lacing topical all day
reading historicals, giving n*ggas this audibles
you smoking for the boredom, i do it for the f*ck of it

you riding trends, i’m opposite
you out the crib, i got yo b*tch
you dropping sh*t, we ain’t listening
i’m with the sh*ts, don’t f*ck with me

aye look, i’m at the peak of this
i hear these n*ggas scarcely
just get the bag and double it
blow up a bag, get high again

careless man i’m ducking haters straight up on some other sh*t
shouts to peach, she with the sh*ts and always bring me up zit
fade away, aye look my n*gga we don’t need no gas to trip
out here dripping words, aye i’m lit! like a candlestick
b*tch

i been k!lling it since 16
all that fake flexing type of sh*t to get yo ass beat
less friends, more cash! let the swag speak
certified player hood n*gga on some raw sh*t

yeah! g sh*t: let em try me
pull up bust a shot quick
sirens on i got to skip

sh*t i just be saying sh*t
really be freestylying it
making profit out of it
ain’t no n*gga tight as me

competition weak ass sh*t
you f*cking with a different breathe
wish i could continue this
but sorry b*tch i have to dip

- taey lyrics

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