217phileo - Hunger

Im in the studio
Working on that next project for you, you know what I'm sayin
Until then Here's A Lil Sumthin
Yeah
217 Shit, look

Its been a while since you heard my voice
So I think it's safe for me to break the silence
My social presence has taken a void
So excuse my flesh if it appears violent
I've been idle for quite a while
I can admit, I miss the mic and stage
Though I marvel my upcoming rivals
I can still control the crowd, I'm Kilgrave
Back spittin verses like a priest back in a Cathedral
I guess I forgot what retire meant
What seems peaceful can turn deceitful
Like gettin hired so they can break your amends
So I walked out with a lease of diapers
Tryin to figure how I'm gonna to do this
Everybody keeps sayin "She looks just like ya"
So when I look in the mirror I see the influence
Listened to Saint Pablo fore I wrote this
So excuse my flow if it's coincidental
I know my daughter could model for Gerber
But her beauty is not up for rental
I don't care what Naysayers convey
I will cross out my bucket list
Wasn't conceived out of my mommas ass
But the essence put you on notice I am the shit
Driving in my whip on a spare
Praying it'll get me to my destination
Drivers side leaning without a care
I have no room for more procrastination

Missouri S&T they fuck wit me
Charlie, Ricky, Tina gave me energy
I reciprocated wristbands, put 2-1-7 on tees
To help the brand breathe
The cost was on the team
Crown Heads gotta nigga feeling like a king
With loyalty the royalties come by any means
Haven't designed any hats
And my city needs a team
Until then only Say Less or Made By Ogs
Im somebody who nobody knows
Nobody could sum up the body that I have possessed in my soul
Anybody can come up with a goal
But everybody don't trust in they universe to make their glory unfold
But see I trust in my code
This shit embedded in me
I don't lust for no hoe
That's an infection to be
Out the mud with 10 toes
You wasn't planted with me
I must like B.O
Take what's heading for me

And that's all of the praises
All of the hatred
Undercover agents
Mr. Smiths duplications
(To all of those)
That boy lame as hell he needs to face it
(To all of those)
I always knew that he was going to make it
(To all of those)
Let Downs
(To all of those)
Blunders
(To all of those)
We gon be running shit next summer
You might have the clout
You might have the numbers
But theirs a difference between Gluttony and Hunger
Choose one

Yeah
I said choose one
Uh, Uh
Yeah, yeah
Greed, do you do it for need
Do you do it for them
I know I do it for me
And I do it for my team
Do it for my city

Do you do it for Greed
Do you do it for Need
Do you do it for them
I know I do it for Z
Do it for Kyson and Kory

Written by:
Phillip Cavil

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