Run it up.
The sound of the streets.
Hunger Flow, volume two.
Baby Stone, Gorilla.
Just incredible.
Yeah.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
Nah, at all.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
At all.
I ain't speak,
I'm up them drugs,
lil' bitch,
I'm tweakin'.
I ain't been asleep in two days,
bitch,
I been partying all weekend.
I ain't been asleep in two days,
bitch,
I been partying all weekend.
My mama told me get up out the water,
but I'm too deep in.
I don't think I'm finna change,
you ask me why I got cold reads.
I got young niggas like to slide,
but guess what,
I chose deep in.
Wait till they come,
we gon' clinch,
and we playin' chess,
not checkers.
We in the streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
At all.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
At all.
Cold nights,
it's full of pain,
the way I live,
it's kinda strange.
I'll never change up because of trenches,
that's what made me.
They say this * a curse,
cause I been in it since a baby.
Mama tryna make it happen,
while I'm thuggin' on the daily.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
At all.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Nah, man gotta speak.
At all.
Yeah, come on.
Ay, you gon' dive in that water if I sink.
All them nights I ain't had * to eat.
Pull up in that Jeep truck,
got that bad like brain.
Boca,
boca man down,
leave a nigga on the street.
She like fuckin' up a person,
you know I beat it up.
One time ain't enough, got you feelin' young.
Don't * up with your mans, we'll beat em up.
I don't like you and your friends,
you gotta be teamin' up.
Know they can't compete with us,
your dick is weak.
It's * up on my five,
butch blow my dick,
it's geekin' up.
They watch us starve up in the trenches,
now we bummin' up.
This rap * is like a hustle,
seen a hundred plus.
Was in the trenches in that Benz,
so I * it up.
This rap money got a nigga drinkin' a hundred cups.
All cash, no fraud for this bus down.
We was them niggas at the bottom, but we up now.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Man gotta speak.
At all.
Streets.
You get too deep up in the ocean,
you might sink.
I hurt my man,
I got your man,
so we call that beef.
Go check the score,
man,
we ain't really gotta speak.
Man gotta speak.
At all.
Yes sir!
Check the score!
We up!
Hunger flow!