Hunting Season

Bread ran out got down real bad so a nigga gotta hustle

Streets dried up and the block won't flood boy the hood don't love you

One lone wolf on the hunt for a feast I know that feeling

Niggas gone eat whether rain of sleet I'ma make me a killing

Fuck it I'm lit up again

Makin' you sit up again

I grew up picking up a switch I paid for all of my sins

Grew up wit lions inside of a den

I hail from the riches

I'm silencing critics

Told that lil freak to keep mindin' her business