Letras
Ay, ay, ay, ah
Ay, stomach rumbling, that's me feeling hungry (I'm starving)
Hungry like I ain't been discovered though I'm deemed a hustler (forget it)
Ay, here to lift my hood up like it needed jumpers
Deals, I handle 'em, no manager, ain't need a buffer (use my number)
Ay, I'm eating supper off my streaming numbers
Though I need 'em doubled, that'd be stupid, that'd be even dumber
Really grew up with some G's and smugglers
Who moved keys of Elisha Cuthbert
They really not like us like that beef from us
Ay, underground rapper is how they label me
Indie artist, no major can label me
Not for a lack of deals on the table over these table meats
Charcuterie cheese with a beef, that's some table mise
This shit got me feeling Parisian, saying, "C'est la vie"
Every single hater who hate on me from like A to Z
Speaking of Z's, they must be sleeping while I chase my dreams
Cut a bunch of demons out my scene, wasn't safe for me
Feast or famine
I'm, I'm, I'm on it now, now 'cause I love to do it
Feast or famine
Everybody wanna eat but they won't do the dishes
Feast or famine
Either way, way I'm here, I'm here to stay, stay 'til old, old age
Feast or famine
Goal was to get it and I showed true persistence
Ay, I never buy no jewelry, the chains only with both presents
I know dudes with eight chains on 'em and they got no presence
Like spending Christmas in Tel Aviv, some of y'all won't get it
But that's the reason I do what I do, do it for no credit
Flip the page like you was reading a scripture
Sweet as elixir, this ain't theater, this is speaking through pictures
Depicted through the art of speaking
I hope it's peaking your interest
Charge it to the game, I ain't leave it 'til the Visa was ripped up
I really don't get why some of y'all be seated at strip clubs
No diss to the working girl, just don't see reason to give ya
My hard-earned money that was so difficult to get
I ain't given this dime a single dime but I'll be giving the respect
That's a currency that's stronger, it lasts longer
Than that rattle in your back pocket or the last dollar that you had
I'm a product of my dad, to any problem that you had
There's an equation for it, you can probably solve it with some math
(There's an equation for it, you can probably solve it with some math)
Feast or famine
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm on it now, now 'cause, 'cause I love to do it
Feast or famine
Everybody wanna eat but they won't do the dishes
Feast or famine
Either way, way I'm here, I'm here to stay, stay 'til old, old age
Feast or famine
Goal was to get it and I showed true persistence
Ay, well I guess I made the wrong choice
Back to my mom's for spaghetti and plus my palms moist
Blew off some steam, had to walk it off like it's bok choy
Duffle runs like top boy with eyes on me like Pac joints
Did construction and moved things on the side
If you want truth, those are some things that I did to survive
Risking my freedom, shit can be gone in just the blink of an eye
But I stayed true and never snitched and never switched any sides
And my homies were bad bakers, they were flipping some pies
Me, I stuck to my vision, the crack I had was digitalized
Meaning the music was addictive
Hence me calling my fans junkies 'cause they shoot it in they system
I do this for community like the soups that's from the kitchen
Really moved a few of you while cooling in the studio
And mixing, it's beautiful and different (ay)
Who knew evolution was the key to our success?
Had to get off my high horse and really started beating it to death
I'm blessed