Hunger

[Verse 1]

They say you can't live for the moment

And you can't trust the niggas that you roll with

So my days consist of a strip club

Make it rain a sick flood, I just love

Managers saying that Arc is a risk

He's a rebel, he's known to tear it apart if it exists

[?] my thoughts is all black

Bothered by fake gimmicks and niggas that can't rap, man

Feeling good now, so I toast to it

You can't tell me that you're mad, cause I goes through it

And I wrote to it, then I'mma smoke to it

Nothing comes close to it

(Chill E, don't do it)

I mean imagine that, this is all me

And there's never been enough of you for me to ever see, man

And I bleed through my soul when I let it go

When I steam through the shape of a letter O

So you bet it's so, shorty waiting at the door

All my friends say I'm hard work and no metaphor

Work better with no sleep, to understand

How I plan, here I am, with pen in hand

Loose change, pulling pockets of lint

Reminiscing what I jot when I vent

Have you not been convinced?

I'm on top, you underneath, you under that

It is a rap, well listen Jack, just run it back

[Hook]

Things can't be the same since I left you

Cause I do it for my moms and my nephew

I gotta get to, I gotta get to

You gotta get an open life if it lets you

I got away from the shade, this is how I bathe

This is how I'm living my life every day

Can't do no better, can't do no better

[Verse 2]

Malia's on, tricks, women that you never see

An entourage, a ménage, and a melody

Can't cut it, Arc is like a diamond to 'em

So I treat 'em like my sons when I'm rhyming to 'em

Lay low, payroll when I can

Press the mixtape, still courtesy of Ant

Two years, and my mom cries two tears

One for her son, and one for my kid (not yet)

Drops when the day rocks, JanSport backpack

Match that through the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ

I'm an investment, make sure you know me

Shouts all, they know Erick is my co-de

Some call me something else, I feel their vibe too

They say I'm unique, and I fly

Too many, and it's so petty

You say I'm so broke but I know you got plenty

Run the same game, all these chess boards

Being broke is a struggle, but it just made me invest more

Hit 'em with a ditty-bop or the pimp lean

Make sure they're still salvaging the NC

This food for thought, but kill swims

No use in playing the game you can't win

Friends, the odd ones, plus family and enemies

Essentially you just clowns who pretend to be

[Hook]

Lil homegirl