Lyrics
Who's got the number? I'm starvin'... Run it... I'm starvin'... Run it... --- **[Verse 1]** Two in the morn', still outside lurkin'. Phone on one percent, somehow still workin'. Pockets look rough, but we're makin' it happen. Split that bill, nobody's cappin'. Garlic dip, don't leave it behind. Last slice? That's probably mine. Box on the table, steam in the air. Whole crew silent... nobody shares. --- **[Buildup]** Hot box... Fresh drop... One bite... Don't stop... --- **[Drop]** **[Instrumental]** --- **[Break]** Cheese pull... Whole room... One slice... Gone soon... --- **[Verse 2]** No five-star plates, no silverware. Straight from the box, we don't really care. Grease on my hoodie, sauce on my jeans. Still tastes better than half these dreams. Knock at the door, that's perfect time. Everybody reaches, "That one's mine!" Laugh for a minute, then back to the grind. Pizza and the mandem... peace of mind. --- **[Buildup]** Hot box... Fresh drop... One bite... Don't stop... Same crew... Next week... Same place... Repeat...