2 Hungry - Bars.from.a.poet

Whoop
What's up y'all, this is Bars from A Poet, you feel me
Is this thing on
Mic check, mic check, one two, one two, I live two lives, one for me and you don't live
For me, but you
True this youngin, can be inconsiderate and rude
When I wake up on the wrong side of bed with no food
I'm hungry, at least we got our beds, motherfuckers out here homeless
At least you got your head, motherfuckers it's lonely, I'm tryna get ahead, but the world to hold me
Back, the only time somebody really got that
So I rap with my back against the wall, going harder than them all, till it tumbles and it falls, practice makes progress I know I ain't perfect
Worth it, deserve it, constantly learning, I earned it, and fuck your validation, I'm working
Towards better greatness, gotta keep some haters, love to my fans, balance, how you make it learn, from a wise man, Watts Sticks, he the greatest
This stick up, tell em, give me all the praises, show me all the love if you feel that I'm amazing
A real one put that on two
I don't need a gun, trust believe, but I'll shoot
Look
Coming from the streets where it's darker than all my niggas, getting
Smarter, yeah we should've went Harvard, but didn't, I'm different, don't listen to my
Music, I dropped it
Not popping unless you said it was, heard it on the radio, now everybody claim I'm blood, feeling like that nigga's dumb, naw nigga remember them days you wasn't fucking with me
They wasn't fucking with me, this thing on, mic check

Written by:
Melvin Farmer III

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