STAY THE FUCK AWAY (HUNGRY*)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract] Boy went home, boy made it to the news Boy went home, still dealing with family blues Family feuds is the fuel that I would use To pursue the music that them kids hinge to Devil wears cargos, devil won't brawl though Commas by my bedside, drinking, I feel shallow My bloody hand drips as I scroll through the bible This is just me documenting my spiral Survival, hello America I still feel like these motherfuckers ain't hearing us Tryna be like One Direction help me get the pеrfect Harry cause Nigga look around, well ain't nobody scarеd of us That shit got played out, that shit was wearing me down Lamest niggas around, the bread was coming in Helping my family out, my mind needs medicine So shit, if we all tryna crank a fuckin' hit out? Shit the money stupid, now I'm searching for the truth Two still fuck through my plate for a loot My beard got long and my problems did too Yellin' southside while I got my head up out the roof Niggas comin' out the woodwork hungry You boys look so thirsty, ain't you bout 40? Shoulda had a plan, get your dirty fingers off me Ain't nobody tried to help me out when I was starvin' Lookin' like a Martian, still ain't fuck target Shopping at Marshalls Niggas got poppin' and we turned into some targets We was bumping Future just for shit to hit the hardest Crib smell like chronic, memories hypnotic Need me a partner out there in the valley Feel like Chris Farley, Hollywood so toxic Don't get me started the homies work hardest [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] Homies work hardest, I'm chasing the symbols Growing apart from a time that was simple They want me reacting, that's not in my principles Mine is a pistol, I aim at your temple It's critical conditions I'm dancing between consequences and my circumstances Vision is different, my friends still on Crenshaw You won't understand me, your heaven my plan is Alone where I'm standing, we planting real niggas in the room Can't keep a real theory in the tomb Had to hold it down for my niggas back home down Now they got you seeing, freaking any time soon See, you don't know shit about our sacrifices Running with the pack and a suspended license Staying dangerous and it's silly advice 'cause You got no choice, then they raise the prices, peak You ain't pay attention, that's your deficit I don't trust a nigga who would trap outside of Jefferson Got a lot of problems, I should probably see a specialist PTSD from the trenches, I'm a veteran Tell me who telling? Who settling for less than the best at this? Call a coach, set a four car precedent Ain't no stressing, my best is a king to what they presenting Here it is, bitch [Verse 3: bearface] My strum make the drum go stutter, stutter Think that you did it, I'm better, I'm better Ian got a wrist getting wetter, and wetter Fridays yeah we sellin', we sellin' Talk with the thugs they yellin', they yellin' If you talk money, better be at least seven Pray for the heavens, let these people go to heaven Ain't nobody ready for the shit that we singin' [Verse 4: Kevin Abstract] Way that we- Pardon me brother, I'm counting my blessings Counties got COVID, that shit ain't no Texas I'm rowdy I'm reckless, we don't need detection All in them mornings I missed out on breakfast I don't like flexin', the threesomes get messy But that's the life for me, you ain't with the police Don't really know me, nigga get off me I do not copy unless it inspire me Change my environment, I miss Kauai, bitch I miss my life, bitch, seen a Not the niggas I inspire bitch, and I admire bitch Making me smile bitch [Outro: DJ Bobbito Garcia] Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties