High-Cee - Brett Favre Lyrics

Said I'm Hungry for success yeah bitch I'm starvin' infiltrate trip alarms I just need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
I heard 'em pray for me to fall f*ck 'em all

Oh my god they pull the wool over your eyes people can't swallow they pride bitches can't make up they minds
Wastin' time homie
I been working nine to fives then I'm writing five to nine take a step into my mind its a vibe homie

Finna lane switch
Hit the bank
Presidential faces arranged in my pocket
Got the vodka in the basement
They saw who I came with made you anxious
Well shit I'm running out of patience
These label people shameless
Friends that turn to strangers
Nothing feels the same and I'm afraid to ask for maintenance
Feel my mind is vacant
Damn my body aching
Need to call a play to make it sooner Nick Sabin
Mary what I cravin
Heavy when I'm blazin
Baby rub my back and fix me food up with the Cajun
Blunt in rotation
Fourth and goal baby
Yeah its crunch time
We finna eat
Its gold plated
Yeah they want to run they mouth
I don't let it get to me
They on a one way route on a road to misery
That competition makin enemies
Aint defending me
Keep that energy
On a killing spree
Bitch I always seen it coming
Said I'm Hungry for success
Yeah bitch I'm starvin'
Infiltrate trip alarms
I just need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
I heard 'em pray for me to fall f*ck 'em all
Said I'm Hungry for success
Yeah bitch I'm starvin'
Infiltrate trip alarms
I just need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
I heard 'em pray for me to fall f*ck 'em all

Need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
Better be ready I'm setting it off
Still got the medicine making me cough
Getting me lost
Still they been hating on me from the start
I had to battle my way through the fog
F*ck what you thinkin I'm not one to cross
Finna try me then I pick you apart
I gotta find my head
Before they fill it with lead
Hear the echoes in the hallway
Feel like somebody want me dead
I guess it paranoia got me hearing voices once again
I swear this life is a battle
You'll never fool me again

Oh my god they pull the wool over your eyes
People can't swallow they pride
Bitches can't make up they minds
Wastin' time homie
I been working nine to fives
Then I'm writing five to nine
Take a step into my mind its a vibe homie

Said I'm Hungry for success
Yeah bitch I'm starvin'
Infiltrate trip alarms
I just need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
I heard 'em pray for me to fall f*ck 'em all
Said I'm Hungry for success
Yeah bitch I'm starvin'
Infiltrate trip alarms
I just need my money long to ball like Brett Farve
I heard 'em pray for me to fall f*ck 'em all