By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Soldiers, just like battalion I be seeking for a flower in the midst of war
My dad got the wounds, he ain't faking it
They be fighting for land I need a bag of grains
Bring my plate back
Take fascists back
House full of damn sins
Mouths that I gotta feed
Shouting for the lord to see
My days numbered see,
Maybe pop me some pills
Maybe smoke me some shish
I'm standing in the midst of bars f*ck, I'm innocent
And drinking to relieve the heart, f*cking my inner glands
And some be saying pray, I'm here, Jesus of Galilee
And some be on betrayal, Judas, Jesus of Canaanite
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Balling with a broke budget
It's a mindset and we gone fake it till we make it
Missing food for the day but we got something to blow
It makes the pain bearable, as we pray for more
Praying to the Lord, so he can open doors
Mais la vie c'est compliqué, je suis encore dehors
I wear the suffering around like a piece of cloth
We was rocking designers that was made for poors
Not Kanye's coz that I really can't afford yet
We lost the battle but niggas ain't won the war yet
They be talking to a nigga like I'm the rain man
But I was screaming and shouting for my advancements
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
P.A. On the Track & Don HardRisk - Famine Lyrics
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By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Soldiers, just like battalion I be seeking for a flower in the midst of war
My dad got the wounds, he ain't faking it
They be fighting for land I need a bag of grains
Bring my plate back
Take fascists back
House full of damn sins
Mouths that I gotta feed
Shouting for the lord to see
My days numbered see,
Maybe pop me some pills
Maybe smoke me some shish
I'm standing in the midst of bars f*ck, I'm innocent
And drinking to relieve the heart, f*cking my inner glands
And some be saying pray, I'm here, Jesus of Galilee
And some be on betrayal, Judas, Jesus of Canaanite
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Balling with a broke budget
It's a mindset and we gone fake it till we make it
Missing food for the day but we got something to blow
It makes the pain bearable, as we pray for more
Praying to the Lord, so he can open doors
Mais la vie c'est compliqué, je suis encore dehors
I wear the suffering around like a piece of cloth
We was rocking designers that was made for poors
Not Kanye's coz that I really can't afford yet
We lost the battle but niggas ain't won the war yet
They be talking to a nigga like I'm the rain man
But I was screaming and shouting for my advancements
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Soldiers, just like battalion I be seeking for a flower in the midst of war
My dad got the wounds, he ain't faking it
They be fighting for land I need a bag of grains
Bring my plate back
Take fascists back
House full of damn sins
Mouths that I gotta feed
Shouting for the lord to see
My days numbered see,
Maybe pop me some pills
Maybe smoke me some shish
I'm standing in the midst of bars f*ck, I'm innocent
And drinking to relieve the heart, f*cking my inner glands
And some be saying pray, I'm here, Jesus of Galilee
And some be on betrayal, Judas, Jesus of Canaanite
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Balling with a broke budget
It's a mindset and we gone fake it till we make it
Missing food for the day but we got something to blow
It makes the pain bearable, as we pray for more
Praying to the Lord, so he can open doors
Mais la vie c'est compliqué, je suis encore dehors
I wear the suffering around like a piece of cloth
We was rocking designers that was made for poors
Not Kanye's coz that I really can't afford yet
We lost the battle but niggas ain't won the war yet
They be talking to a nigga like I'm the rain man
But I was screaming and shouting for my advancements
By all means necessary I ain't sleeping hungry
And I'm pushing till the edge I gotta feed a family
I'm a survivor back in my hometown
You are a certified hustler in your own ground
I know shit
Niggas sleeping and they hoping for God's grace
I be running, ain't even a damn race
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
It's that famine I be talking about yeah
Writer: Don Phillip, Pedro Andreoni
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: P.A. On the Track & Don HardRisk
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Don Phillip, Pedro Andreoni