Juice Magazin - Hungry lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Pooh] A lot of pressure buildin' up in my chest plate n***as beggin' for the album said they can't wait You hear the rumors dawg, I like to call it "bait" My fam on the horn askin' 'bout my mind state The mind's great, I'm sharper than I've ever been I'm on the beach overseas sippin' Seraphin Ain't no need for you to question if I ever been Only from the bottom that you learn to a** end I transcend any clique Rap's Agent O, I'm the last one they picked Now who payin' for it? I don't cry over milk spilt Place my fitted on tilt or keep steppin' like a champ The prize winner, the victor Leadin' man posin' in your girl's pictures Get yours I'm out here doin' the same Kept my mind on my money, I don't need the fame Ya dig? [Hook: Black Milk] I can't sleep I'm on the grind, I'm hungry (x8) [Verse 2: Black Milk] Lights camera I'm so nice like polite manners Flows nice as soon as I touch the mic handle Uh, the gun blam, it could leave a murder scene The Son Of Sam of hip hop, I murder everything I'm from the city where n***as is ape but ain't sh** n***as gorilla get your for your Bathing Ape kicks Oh, great sh** They say I'm Hollywood I take flicks and sign autographs on babe's tits Uh, I can't sleep I'm on the grind I'm hungry Take a risk, put it all on the line like laundry Uh, you can't call me and try to harm me I'll make you a dead man walkin' like zombies Like Mike in Thriller My rhyme sketches like a movie scene, I fight the villain Back on board Your game fell off track so I put it back on course Yeah [Hook]