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Starvin' Video (MV)




Performed By: BenTheFuture
Length: 3:05
Written by: Benjamin D.




BenTheFuture - Starvin' Lyrics




Ya boy Gettin in shape like it's some pottery
Ain't no pullin my ticket like it's a lottery
Big talk so know that it's a lot of me
A lot of wood sitting on the dash like mahogany
No stopping me
Pushing like it's a collar piece
No dropping me
Labels ain't even following me
No topping me
Copy me boy you wish you could
It's all Nike on the body boy I wish would
In 96 a legend was born gutta style
I was comin out the frame like a poster child
Pale skin eyes Asian did my momma smile
Hopefully she did for the kid who was chosen wild
I'm lion at my heart like my horoscope
They callin on my business like a telescope
Hit the tele like I'm Paul cause I'm stayin woke
But never switchin sides just because I'm goin broke

I ain't hearin that eatin' like I ain't in days
I ain't feelin that workin like I'm hella paid
I ain't seein that vision clouded from the shades
Like it's Cartier Carter have em custom made
Where you livin at? Homie keep that on the low
Stay on point when ya homie do the pick and roll
I might give and go truly on circumstance
If you stravin when you get the food use ya hands

They was movin grams while the boy was eatin yams
That my gram made strictly just to feed the fam
She was cookin for the house after Gettin bands
Workin as teacher but she knew about the pots and pans
Gettin older it's something that I should understand
When we pitching on the field I never underhand
Never striking out when I'm sticking to the plan
And they love me on the coast like the ocean sand
What you know about livin inside mental box
I'm tryna break me out crazy cause I know the lock
The name smith and I hid the key inside my sock
Workin all day like fixin cars in the shop
Never getting tired like I'm on my Kevin gates
I bought a couple nice thangs just to have some bait
In the background I'm learning bout this real estate
In a foreign land divided like United States

I ain't hearin that eatin' like I ain't in days
I ain't feelin that workin like I'm hella paid
I ain't seein that vision clouded from the shades
Like it's Cartier Carter have em custom made
Where you livin at? Homie keep that on the low
Stay on point when ya homie do the pick and roll
I might give and go truly on circumstance
If you stravin when you get the food use ya hands
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Ya boy Gettin in shape like it's some pottery
Ain't no pullin my ticket like it's a lottery
Big talk so know that it's a lot of me
A lot of wood sitting on the dash like mahogany
No stopping me
Pushing like it's a collar piece
No dropping me
Labels ain't even following me
No topping me
Copy me boy you wish you could
It's all Nike on the body boy I wish would
In 96 a legend was born gutta style
I was comin out the frame like a poster child
Pale skin eyes Asian did my momma smile
Hopefully she did for the kid who was chosen wild
I'm lion at my heart like my horoscope
They callin on my business like a telescope
Hit the tele like I'm Paul cause I'm stayin woke
But never switchin sides just because I'm goin broke

I ain't hearin that eatin' like I ain't in days
I ain't feelin that workin like I'm hella paid
I ain't seein that vision clouded from the shades
Like it's Cartier Carter have em custom made
Where you livin at? Homie keep that on the low
Stay on point when ya homie do the pick and roll
I might give and go truly on circumstance
If you stravin when you get the food use ya hands

They was movin grams while the boy was eatin yams
That my gram made strictly just to feed the fam
She was cookin for the house after Gettin bands
Workin as teacher but she knew about the pots and pans
Gettin older it's something that I should understand
When we pitching on the field I never underhand
Never striking out when I'm sticking to the plan
And they love me on the coast like the ocean sand
What you know about livin inside mental box
I'm tryna break me out crazy cause I know the lock
The name smith and I hid the key inside my sock
Workin all day like fixin cars in the shop
Never getting tired like I'm on my Kevin gates
I bought a couple nice thangs just to have some bait
In the background I'm learning bout this real estate
In a foreign land divided like United States

I ain't hearin that eatin' like I ain't in days
I ain't feelin that workin like I'm hella paid
I ain't seein that vision clouded from the shades
Like it's Cartier Carter have em custom made
Where you livin at? Homie keep that on the low
Stay on point when ya homie do the pick and roll
I might give and go truly on circumstance
If you stravin when you get the food use ya hands
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Writer: Benjamin D.
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