Famine Friends
Famine

Damn this recession is foul son, streamin’ for a fraction of a cent that’s like a penny an album/ but if you Google my name as much as Jessica Alba, I’ll be able to cop a Millennium Falcon/ on that solo tip, I ain’t talkin’ Han, rocket launcher under my tongue that’s how I rock-rock the spot/ tap your j-jaw like Brock Lesnar in the octagon, pussy walk it off/ I’m unimpressed with stuff these days, but it is the way it is and I’m a just behave/ till I see these fucka’s with stunted brains, hiding behind diamond-studded stunta shades, I wanna punch their faces/ underpayment keepin’ us over starved, we give a fuck what you say when we gon’ go for ours/ I’ve done enough shows in bars down some road that far too far from home and heart, now I’m ready

(Chorus)
In this famine I consume a grudge, here I’m standin’ I won’t move or budge/

the crops that used to produce for us are reduced to dust, survivors are few to none (x2)
famine friends

Yeah, I feel that hunger controlled by the famine, idolized has-beens insultin’ their fans then/ sulkin’ and actin’ like they’re alone and abandoned ‘cuz they can’t afford that second home in the Hamptons – what?!/ This ain’t a game, but ‘yall get tossed around like the pig skin, since out of the crib I been down to my business, haters wanna clown on the pigment, but the sound of the kid leaves no doubt that I’m gifted/ the words that I say in your brain’ll click, you try to run away your ankles twist (better clear your thoughts)/ I bring a new angle to atheists, don’t gotta believe in demons or angels just (fear the gawd)/ better living, by benefitting off the thought that ‘yall are all together with me uh/ we ain’t ever giving up, we are never quitting, movin’ state to state rockin’ whatever city

(Chorus)
In this famine I consume a grudge, here I’m standin’ I won’t move or budge/

the crops that used to produce for us are reduced to dust, survivors are few to none (x2)
famine friends