When you’re hungry you don’t sleep at all
See Goliath and watch him fall at the hands of the guy who wants it more
What’s the purpose in keeping score?
I was victorious before I walked through the door
Adrenaline sweating through my pores
I’m an animal and a carnivore
Taking the title regardless of the sport
A one man army taking over the fort
Killing opponents I should have a stake in the morgue
Excel at my craft just ‘cause I’m bored
Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t afford
When you’re hungry you don’t think about food
You ain’t a badass just ‘cause you’re up to no good
You ain’t a badass ‘cause you grew up in the hood
Don’t need a gun to fire off at my targets
We could go toe to toe to see who hits the hardest
You’ll be sleeping on the canvas, I’m the knock out artist
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