[Intro]

I'm from a hard ways of strugglin'
Since yesterdays I borrowed out my neighbor's cupboard
I can relate to making something out of nothin'
Strong filthy rich or at the bottom of the bucket (fuck it)

[Hook]
This nothing feels like something
Hear that rumbling in my pit-
Empty grumbling stomach
That hunger gives me full strength
My gut is but a, hole
That kept me on my toes
My hunger made my heart stone cold

The mind set of a Bad Man, me is all I got
At times I feel like trash but I always get the drop
On any target, n***as talking in front of my slop
Oh naw n***a, My hunger make my heart stone cold

[Verse 1]
Now I want you to picture these pissy streets
Where it ain't shit for free
Far from plenty, hope, and a twenty-
Get me through the week
Hard times and life's a beat
That's why I write to beats
Like I ain't had a bite to eat
Starving for my write to speak
My hunger's like... thunder
Storming through the tundra
Born in this.. Under-
World ain't no pearls
These baby boys and girls
Fightin' for tomorrow
Barely make it through the day
Too much pride for me to borrow
How those thugs felt them strays
Well the slugs and shells lay
Me against the world I'm outnumbered like bloods in L.A
Know this jail time ain't nothing but a drug sale away
I never once celebrate cause never once did I make it
A n***a never was as broke as me, but I like that
Gives me that strength I need to proceed, and get right back
On my feet; a full belly couldn't relate
So keep my plate out yonder
Cause what don't kill me only make me stronger, n***a
[Hook]

[Verse 2]

You listening to the realest shit I ever wrote
My heart revealing feelings I ain't never spoke
Sometimes I look up at that ceiling, in the bed I woke
And think "well, shit! Will I make it or be forever broke?"
Hell if I know
But I ain't never Had a fear of flying
It's not me, I know the mechanics y'all its clearly timing
How daring I am, wearing iron
Stare and Eyeing, this cop is near the diner
Like, "You fat fuck whenever will your lunch break be over"
Imagine one-take Hova, before one too many take-out orders
Imagine if Jay-Z, his cake was a bit shorter
If his life he couldn't decipher and he had to make some order
I'd fuck around and get wired to get that fire on a tape recorder
Imagine if Nasty still lived where it was nasty
No rooms in the Mirage or doing menage's in the back seat's
Of cars...
Imagine your favorite emcee before a star
In his hood kicking bars
On his job before that job
I'm from the bottom y'all
The worst there could ever be
Where nurses couldn't better me
Felt like a hurst was a better sheet
Ain't go to church every week
But believe I pray
That if I work hard enough I'm gone see my day, aye!
Got to jump inside no car
Fore my hunger drives me far
Rolling bold, heart stone and cold, and they wonder why I'm hard
If you underline my yard you'll see the furthest I went
Was by a bench
Where they strap burners and murder to suspense
So, naw don't think the poor soft
The riches be
We duckin' all the laws, we on them strips and streets
Get stripped of peace to bits and pieces
Shit about your kicks, your sneaks
You get, capeesh
Wish to eat!
We hungry around here
[Hook]

[Outro]

Ain't got no pot to piss in
Nothin' hot in the kitchen
Gives me that strength to go on and on and on
I'm building my persistence
I'm high on opposition
My hunger make my heart stone cold