Texty:
Hole Never Go Hungry

and twos again Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again Let's keep shootin' 'em like we ain't never shot it again You got your life but

was hangin' like, "Yo, I'm your man I don't even care about the ring on your hand" We'd go out to eat and chill but they would Go to the bathroom when

'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders I ain't never supposed to

we ready to get busy (Let's start it like this!) Eyedea and Abilities we coming through to represent The rhyming never kid and never hesitant To give you something better than the previous Though people think graffiti writers DJs and the hungry

Verse 1] This is the point of no return I could never go back Life without parol up state shackled and trapped Living in the hole, lookin' at the world

do lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow feel like im trapped and theres nowhere to go so i, just pull out the bazooka (blah) put a fuckin hole

don't even trust this guy Before anything go down, ima hafta pat him down Shit I aint no?? MAN, this fuckin bitch, this fucker (Go, go, go) Kill this

of the building or get blast in your guess Tec for tec, or we can go text for text, oh I forgot, you don't read, so take this hole in your chest, blaow

of all, let's get this straight, this systems full of shit They say "In God we trust", you're a fuckin' hypocrite Crooked politicians lying out their ass Money hungry