作词 : Onome Emuakpeje
作曲 : Onome Emuakpeje
Intro:

A Starving artist don’t care about fame
A Starving artist don’t care about name
Just throw him a good chicken
And you can keep all the credit


Verse:

I can give my whole catalog for a couple bucks
You might call me crazy but I don’t give a ****
What shall it profit a rapper if he got the illest rhymes with no money in his pocket
No means to promote it
Hear the voice of a Starving artist, reaching out to every artist
Who got plenty money with no talent just hola at me
I got music for sale just tell me what you need
And I don’t even need the credit, just some money for trees
Call me cheap yea I know I don’t care bro
You see this fire round my head, nor be halo
My head dey really burn
Give me a million and amma drop this mic for good and get a better job
But I’m just fresh out of school with no work experience
They wanna hire somebody that got some work experience
At least five years, wait five years
I spent twenty something years tryna get here
Studying for a degree that now seems useless
That’s twenty something years of slavery, no bull shitting
I could’ve spent that time serving in alaba
By now I for get boys under me calling me master
But now I dey Alaba with my cd for hand
Praying to God I find a marketer that be feeling my jam
But, nobody feels it, the lyrics too explicit
And my bills keep pilling up, I’m about to lose it aswear
Already lost my girl, I nor go lie she try
For a very long time she was by my side
But the going kept getting tougher
Nobody like suffer so she left me for a richer brother
I’m lonely with no money got no Shawtys got no hommies
No I got a couple hommies I don’t need a lot of hommies
There’s nothing in my tummy, but I be spitting still
Every single bar is hard nigga I’m spitting still
Breaking out of boxes
Punches harder than rockys
My music only for junkies, this shit is doper than kpoli
This is pure cocaine, that blue magic shit
Turn the volume up and get high, you ain’t gotta sniff
For real I’m killing the mic with everything that I write
But I be Starving out here I swear to God nor be lie
So niggar, feed me rappers or feed me beats
I’m addicted to this, you’d never see me quit
Never