Jus O - Hunger Games

This for them niggas who be all my dick
The sprinter double wide we can fit a coffin in this
Vintage Louis on my wrist
Chardonnay in my piss
Bad bitch in the crib cooking shrimp with the grits
Gawk gawk with the double hand
That shit worth a hundred grand
The hottest nigga out who ain't never been to summer jam
Niggas wanna run up best believe I got another plan
Think I won't but wish a nigga would like the lumber man
Who you know
Who you know
I been him since 18
'98 Cavalier
10's on it kept it clean
Been a king kept a queen
Way before Ms. Everdeen
Out the district hunger games
Way too big for the spaces y'all tryna put me in
Grown men bitching told you not to let them pussies in
I know that shit offensive but don't really care who listening
Wait y'all think I care about them lists that y'all don't put me in
You don't gotta buy my truth from them when I'm selling it
I look in your face I don't give a fuck I'm celibate
That's beside the point the dog I'm just welling it
I'm in my 5th shot and you just caught me in my element

Tell me this
Who really it
Fuck ya list
Who really spit
Penmanship
Philly shit
You little niggas should get a grip
You enjoyed that ride you gotta take it back like rental whips
I was in my bag with rap before you could afford a fit
On weaver smoking dimes with grams before you ever scored a nick
Only whack rap that we acknowledge is Tierra
All facts and y'all ain't even honest in person the mirror
Put windex on my bars to make them a little clearer
All these lies I've seen outta these eyes
Nigga swear to God I aint better than these guys
These top 5's remind of me pigsties
Oh you don't like I cuz niggaz don't dick ride
Well homie that's fine we ain't never gon switch sides
The sprinter paid in cash we ain't never need co-signs
These niggas signing deals for clout and hoes lines
You talk like you the lord round here nigga then die
Wait a few days and then try to come back alive
I know it won't happen but hoping to see you try
Ain't no more being subtle I swear I tried to be humble
A natural born hunter who tried avoiding the jungle
Gotta stop going outside myself for validation that I need not from nobody else
Affirmations that I made say to myself
I was screaming ride or die and fucked around and got away from myself
Ain't no perks for my pain no chill
Imagine lil baby's fighting appeals
I never quit I'd rather die on my shield
I got space in my wall for warthogs and all
For you ya women crush show you cute pics in her bra
For me ya women crush show up wearing nothing at all
Like I'm the motherfucking boss she always there when I call
Shawty stuck in the sauce she just here for the cause
I just pray the lord accepting me flaws and all

Written by:
Omar Clark

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