VERSE 1:
Don't know how to relate, or how I should look,
Tryna see some results in all the routes that I've took,
Been stressed, hit cigars so my chest keep thumping,
Fuck it, only living til’ my death means something,
Been living given nothing so I’m begging for hope,
If Beggars can’t choose, I’ll beg to never be broke,
Make 30k and say I guess I’m doing alright,
But alrights a couple sparks shorta losing the lights,
I can never be shit or give one for a change,
But for change gotta have some to fund my escape,
Went from busting my back to being stuck in a class, again
But now I’m, stuck with these cracks when I fuck with the math,
These cracks hard to explain if you’ve never been broke,
Never been cold, no heat, pennies are low,
Give me pennies for thoughts, I lost millions in dreams,
Feelings and schemes, thoughts bout’ fulfilling my means

CHORUS:
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k

VERSE 2:
Don't know how to relate, or how I should look,
Guess You can see the results but not the routes that I took,
You can see that i'm fed but not the nights that I starved,
Or you can see that I'm strong but not the times I was scarred,
You can see I got money but was living so broke,
Would think of quitting school to start flippin' some coke,
So I tried to get a head with my head in the books,
Now you see how I live, but fear death when he looks,
Was so stressed breaths always followed by fear,
Spent my off time in smoke, choking swallowing beers,
Now deaths looking, pushed me into bottles of Jack,
Now stress cooking, no jobs calling me back,
So you see that I'm broke, and hopes dwindling fast,
You only talking bout dreams, I wanna mingle with cash,
Hunger pains for degrees while the temperatures rising,
Climbing through heat tryna turn debt into diamonds

CHORUS:
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k

Verse 3:
Don't know how to relate, or how I should look,
now I'm seeing results from all the routes that I took,
I came from a place where snakes flashing their fangs,
Where they poison your mind but tryna act like your man,
You either tryna victimize or stay living a victim,
Til these victimized children keep filling these prisons,
I’m a fatherless son which means I’m destined to fail,
and I’m blind to a truth thats not pressed up in braille,
So If you never been broke, you might never relate,
or see straight bout’ the crooked begging for plates,
It’s not all about the money but this struggling sucks,
So I’ll give all I can give plus a couple of fucks,
50k's average, I want double that,
money strapped so I crack liquor spit struggle raps,
If I made a 100k, Id say I’m living relaxed,
But Its a trap, cause now they hit you with tax...

CHORUS:
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of being underpaid, living with hunger pains,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k,
Sick of needing funds, done playing these hunger games,
I need to, I want to, I gotta make a hundred k