Hunger
L-Fresh the Lion Lyrics


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Uh, yeah
A yo Myth
Think I'm a let this one breathe
Let's go
Uh, uh
Bizzy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I like that, I like that
Yo

We use to pray before we ate the jack
Call it holy mackerel
Ain't no salmon it's just famine
Tryna come up on a satchel
That's a sack, filled with racks from pushing packs
Ain't talking Lambo
In the field
Fiends dancing for them samples call'em Sambo
Uh, uh
Slap box, release the anger that we channeled
Sukkahs started sending ammo
Now a death is an example
Of how a coward dies a million times
It's plain in simple
That lack of courage is like curry
They serve you on the menu
Identifying bodies by their dentals
Fire off extended magazines to gurantee
You get your issue
Graduated from revolvers to them semi-auto pistols
Hustlers tryna conjure a dollar from triple nickels
Yeah
Dogs will sick them for acting pussy on your timeline
Adolescents testing heat and catch a burn from hot iron
Get wealthy or die trying
Cause Kya got a luxury fetish
Cash in the stash is king
I'll never be a slave to credit nigga

See how we move and how you move it ain't the same
I roll with wolves and boy you looking like the prey
It's time to eat we grabbing forks and grabbing plates
These hunger pains gon have us playing hunger games
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

Spam chunks in spaghetti, them times was kind of rough
Stressing over snowy days, hoping momma's check would come
Ignited pilots with a lighter and the sports section
Daddy's drunken driving kept my granny in her bible lessons
Reminiscing on my adolescence gives me overdrive
Working overtime
Niggas flashing like they don't know it's mine
Claiming every dime
That nine like itemized deductions
Tax season, mac's squeezing
Reloaded drums is the repercussions
No deep discussions when your ribs is touching
Fiends is lunching
Batch was busted
Waisted hustle, feeling like we back to nothing
Ain't no hope, the streets ain't showing love
Find a dope to rope and sell them dove soap
We ain't no what it was
Fuck yo buzz
Niggas ain't getting wealthy swiping EBT
So they kicking in your door and going shopping
Like it's QVC
Slug you with that Louie V
Then strip you out your Louie V
Don't make my gangsters choose
Cause if it's you or me it's you nigga

See how we move and how you move it ain't the same
I roll with wolves and boy you looking like the prey
It's time to eat we grabbing forks and grabbing plates
These hunger pains gone have us playing hunger games




Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

Overall Meaning

The song "Hunger" by L-Fresh the Lion delves into the harsh realities of poverty, struggle, and the hunger for success in the face of adversity. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a life where survival is the priority, where individuals must resort to illegal activities to make ends meet.


The first verse opens with a play on words, likening the act of praying before a meal to praying for sustenance in difficult times. The reference to "holy mackerel" and "salmon" emphasizes the desperation for food, as it is referred to as the only thing resembling a meal. The use of the word "famine" further highlights the dire circumstances faced by the singer.


The verse also touches upon the dangerous world of drug dealing, with the line "filled with racks from pushing packs." This illicit activity becomes a means to acquire money and escape poverty. The mention of addicts dancing for drugs depicts the desperation that addiction can drive people to.


The second verse delves deeper into the struggles faced during childhood and the lack of stability within the family unit. The singer reflects on the tough times and the uncertainty surrounding basic necessities such as food. The mention of "snowy days" alludes to the winter season but also implies financial difficulties. The line about his father's drunken driving causing disruptions in their lives adds another layer of instability.


Line by Line Meaning

We use to pray before we ate the jack
Before we consumed our meager meals, we would offer our prayers


Call it holy mackerel
We humorously refer to the food as sacred fish


Ain't no salmon it's just famine
There is no abundance or prosperity, only hunger


Tryna come up on a satchel
We strive to gain some wealth and improve our circumstances


That's a sack, filled with racks from pushing packs
It's a bag containing money earned from selling drugs


Ain't talking Lambo
We don't mean Lamborghini, there's no luxury here


In the field
Out on the streets, dealing with the harsh reality of life


Fiends dancing for them samples call'em Sambo
Drug addicts eagerly craving and dancing for a taste, reminiscent of a racist caricature


Slap box, release the anger that we channeled
Engaging in physical fights to let out the built-up frustration


Sukkahs started sending ammo
Enemies began arming themselves and preparing for conflict


Now a death is an example
When someone is killed, it serves as a warning to others


Of how a coward dies a million times
A person without courage experiences constant fear and regret


It's plain and simple
It's a straightforward truth


That lack of courage is like curry
Not having bravery is as disappointing as a bland curry dish


They serve you on the menu
Your weakness and vulnerability make you an easy target


Identifying bodies by their dentals
Using dental records to determine the identities of deceased individuals


Fire off extended magazines to guarantee
Shooting with extended gun magazines to ensure


You get your issue
You receive the repercussions or consequences


Graduated from revolvers to them semi-auto pistols
Transitioned from using revolvers to semi-automatic pistols


Hustlers tryna conjure a dollar from triple nickels
People in the hustle are attempting to make money from small opportunities


Dogs will sick them for acting pussy on your timeline
Enemies will attack those who display cowardice online


Adolescents testing heat and catch a burn from hot iron
Young individuals are experimenting with firearms and facing dangerous consequences


Get wealthy or die trying
The pursuit of wealth becomes a life or death situation


Cause Kya got a luxury fetish
Because Kya desires luxury and opulence


Cash in the stash is king
Having a significant amount of cash hidden away is the ultimate power


I'll never be a slave to credit nigga
I refuse to become enslaved to debt or rely on credit


Spam chunks in spaghetti, them times was kind of rough
We had to resort to adding inexpensive canned meat to our pasta, indicating a difficult period


Stressing over snowy days, hoping momma's check would come
Worrying about harsh winter conditions while relying on a delayed payment from the mother


Ignited pilots with a lighter and the sports section
Lighting up homemade marijuana joints using a lighter and newspaper sports articles


Daddy's drunken driving kept my granny in her bible lessons
Because of our father's intoxicated driving, our grandmother stayed committed to her religious studies


Reminiscing on my adolescence gives me overdrive
Reflecting on my youth brings forth intense emotions and motivation


Working overtime
Putting in extra effort and hours


Niggas flashing like they don't know it's mine
Others are flaunting their possessions as if they forgot I owned them


Claiming every dime
Taking credit for every bit of money earned


That nine like itemized deductions
The gun, like detailed tax deductions, is a methodical and calculated tool


Tax season, mac's squeezing
During tax season, there is increased violence as firearms are used


Reloaded drums is the repercussions
Having additional ammunition leads to inevitable consequences


No deep discussions when your ribs is touching
When you are struggling with hunger, there is no time for profound conversations


Fiends is lunching
Drug addicts are desperate for their fix, acting like wild animals in search of food


Batch was busted
The supply of drugs was confiscated or ruined


Waisted hustle, feeling like we back to nothing
Our efforts and hard work seem wasted, making us feel like we've returned to a state of emptiness


Ain't no hope, the streets ain't showing love
There is a lack of optimism, as the harsh realities of the streets offer no kindness or support


Find a dope to rope and sell them dove soap
Trying to find a foolish person to deceive and sell counterfeit drugs


We ain't no what it was
We don't know what the future holds or what will happen


Fuck yo buzz
Disregarding and disrespecting someone's popularity or influence


Niggas ain't getting wealthy swiping EBT
People aren't becoming financially successful by misusing government assistance cards


So they kicking in your door and going shopping
Therefore, they resort to breaking into your home and stealing in order to fulfill their desires


Like it's QVC
As if they are shopping on a television network like QVC


Slug you with that Louie V
Shoot you with a bullet from a Louis Vuitton-branded firearm


Then strip you out your Louie V
Afterward, they would rob you and take away your Louis Vuitton possessions


Don't make my gangsters choose
Don't force my associates involved in illegal activities to make difficult decisions


Cause if it's you or me it's you nigga
Because if it comes down to you or me, it will be you who suffers the consequences


See how we move and how you move it ain't the same
Observe the difference between our actions and yours, they are not comparable


I roll with wolves and boy you looking like the prey
I associate myself with dangerous individuals, and you appear vulnerable and easy to exploit


It's time to eat we grabbing forks and grabbing plates
We are preparing to seize opportunities and achieve success


These hunger pains gon have us playing hunger games
The desperation and struggles we face will force us to engage in a dangerous competition for survival




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Written by: Donald Foreman Jr

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Strong Body Strong Soul

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L-FRESH The LION

Thanks fam. The album is scheduled to be released next year February/March. In the mean time, the next single "Faithful" is coming real soon.

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