K.O the Artist - Still Hungry (feat. Syness)

KO
And you know me
You know me
You know me

How many times
Was a nigga supposed to die
Living for a minute but a nigga wanna shine
Bet I seen my maker and he said you got the sign
Mamma praying for me
Man the kid is doing

How many times
Was a nigga supposed to die
Living for a minute but a nigga wanna shine
Bet I seen my maker and he said you got the sign
Mamma praying for me
Man the kid is doing

It's KO
Yeah you know me
I've been doing this
With my homies
And my lonely
All I know green
Hear my phone ring
Ain't a bag call
It's a bad time
In my bag mind
Ain't no lag time
I need blue cheese
With some hot Chicks
Want that fresh squeezed
With an omelette
Hear that tech squeeze
Thats an omelette
I'm like Wesley
Smokin Cronic
She text me
I'm not sonic
Don't finesse me
I don't chase rings
I just chase mine
Ain't no wait line
Ain't no late time
Better buckle up
Like a waste line
Heart beating fast
Like a base line
When a nigga blow
Like I'm napalm

Times been so explosive
I've been thinking what's the motive
Life's been going good so far
But sometimes signs are looking hopeless
All the plans I got legit
Cus at the end the day I know it
Doesn't matter what your vision is
The universe controls it
You really thinking all ur thoughts
Or u simply just hold it

People telling people what to think
Regurgitating all that foolish shit
Y'all clueless if we being hundo
True shit Things y'all doing make me loose it
I'm just glad we got to hear some fucking music from the few lit
Rappers lying around
But honestly it's time for wildin out
Honestly it's time for new shit
Honestly it's time for new ish
So this is it I'm giving y'all some timeless
Shit to groove with

Why do I feel something to prove
I prioritize not losing you
I'm always seeking something new
My appetite is way too huge

Use the beat like a sound board
And I rock the beat like Tom Ford
Mind too I'll for a psych ward
And i get it litty Like light work
Y'all are too slow
Better slow it down
Used to smoke that loud
Bet I blow it down

Didn't know me then
Claim she know me now
I don't need a friend
They don't hold me down
I don't need a friend
They don't stick around

At the end the day
Bitch I need a team
And what's number one
Is that loyalty
Rappers number two
Need some toiletries
If you ain't with me
Ain't no royalties
And KO the king
Nigga Royalty

Hungry
I might
Cook up something
I Like
Stir the pot
Yea Add- Spice
Extra sauce
Like five Guys
Tipsy Ice Tea
Mai Tai
Slim thick yum
That's my type
Little bit a rum
Make me feel numb
Baby put it down have some real fun
Baby you a One in a million
Lately I've been So resilient
So
Daily tryna ball like I'm Wilson
Tryna ball like I'm Wilson
Lately I've been tryna ball

Why do I feel something to prove
I prioritize not losing you
I'm always seeking something new
My appetite is way too huge

How many times
Was a nigga supposed to die
Living for a minute but a nigga wanna shine
Bet I seen my maker and he said you got the sign
Mamma praying for me man the kid is doing

How many times
Was a nigga supposed to die
Living for a minute but a nigga wanna shine
Bet I seen my maker and he said you got the sign
Mamma praying for me man the kid is doing

Written by:
Kenechukwu Ofonagoro

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