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(Intro: DJ Khaled) Starvation 2 I’mma get right to it Fuck you fuck boys Fuck all yall 90% of the rap game has stolen Ace Hood’s flow Let’s keep it 100, Don’t play yourself I only speak facts At least if you gon steal it pay homage If you ain’t part of the team You stealin flows It’s alright to be inspired Just respect him I go by the name of DJ Khaled And I’m the CEO of We Da Best music group I’m here to let you know Ace Hood is one of the best in the game And if you don’t think so, fuck you! If you a non-believer we gon turn you into a believer Fuck ‘em! (Verse: Ace Hood) Take a look into my eyes And just tell me what you see Tell me do you you see the beast They wanna let me off the leash Letras de cancionesWay too many of them niggas sleep I spit fire third degree Pussy niggas dont wanna believe On my momma they gon see Got the hottest flow, and I’m honest though Fuck witha nigga be modest for My conscious know I’m kinda dope Somebody let them bloggers know They dont wanna let this problem in Every year is my time again Underrated they contemplating I'm top 5 in they conversations They heard the people been hating on me Oh well nigga, whats new? Still riding in a Maybach And they face mad when I came through These niggas hate that I made it Gotta make a way for my baby My momma crying in that other room And them tears is falling, I hate it Next day I made me some changes Man up nigga no complaining Daddy left my youngest ages Ain't no choice I had to make it Will not quit, and I will repent And I won't consent, with a nigga who snitch Coupe no top it dont make no sense Like a nigga who broke it dont make no cents Just stay friends in a whip no tint And that Rolex glist oh boy they pissed Yall fuck boys do make me sick Your bitch blow me, C4, tick tick! And I got this shit, Khaled I got em He going to war, standing beside em You gon need army! You gon need navy! You gon need soliders! Maybe Obama! It's that W-E, T-H-E, B-E-S- carry the T None of you niggas dont matter to me Slaughter ya feature, just slaughter your beat Feed me rappers, bon appeite! Niggas be trippin, them choppers will speak Came for the war, no longer the peace Time for the blind to be able to see None of these niggas is ain't nothing like me 24 years ain't get no sleep 26 inches on my Jeep, feeling like shackles on my feet Know the day that they let me free, yall in trouble O-M-G! Please oh please nigga pray for me! Killing this shit boy, RIP! I'm back with a B and a mac on me In the back of the Jeep yall looking for me! Capital A ! Capital C ! Capital E ! H-double O-D Free my niggas till they all get free! Rep my city, gotta rep my team! Broward county president That’s that shit that I represent! Quarter mill for that whip i’m in Pussy boys I never mind they diss 80 thousand that’s on my wrist Take your chick and I make that bitch Hit the dick, then take a flick Send that shit, you'll have a fit L-O-L I’m outta state Young nigga tryna get filthy rich I’m outchea, better bring your voucher Better call your counsler, shit get real Wanna think I’m coward? Oh I ain't bout it Now your family, is pushing flowers tears to your momma Heard it got em, never want that drama! Never want that drama ohhh Lord! I pray the world don’t end in January December 31st I made obituaries! All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery All you niggas sleeping, meet the cemetery Starvation... Starvation... God Bless this proud Nation God Bless this proud Nation... Two (Outro: Obama) "If there is anyone out there that doubts its been a long time coming but tonight, tonight, is your answer!" From Letras Mania