Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Deniro Ferrar] I'm Starving I Ain't talking about no artist If a nigga balling in the club, Imma rob him Body bag full of fuck nigga, go grab a coffin California kush be the reason why I'm coughing Get jacked for the excess floss And hoes be in my view, so be cautious Youny niggas, they ain't do no talking Died in a jet, but I ain't Tom Coffin Screaming "Fuck How You Feel" Ain't no other nigga kick shit like this Cuz them other niggas ain't got my skill I'm too real to ever be fake They too fake to ever be real Took my time, perfected my craft Now its time to see me some mills Fuck nigga Why the hell you hating on my generation Squeezing guns with no hesitating For any kind of altercation Living life fast with no time for patience Breaking down dope, cuz its reefer baby