Intro - Deniro Farrar

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