[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it's complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I'm a problem, that's why everybody scared
Whatever doesn't kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it 'til I'm full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I'm the illest

[Chorus: Fergie + (JG Trigga)]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
(I’m starving. Yo)

[Verse 2: JG Trigga]
You say it’s complicated but it’s stated I’m the shit
Fergie is the queen, she reigning, are you listening?
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger by the fucking year
Maison, my Margiela makes the people turn and stare
Spittin’ bars, it’s pyro, gon’ dragon mode, Trigga gon’ Spyro
I be busting out my little rhymes, smoking on the pine, I be taking on them high roads
Clear one, Air Force, we land in a new port
Talk shit, you get smoked out, get a burn mark from the Newports

[Chorus: JG Trigga + (Fergie)]
Sick, I’m hungry
Ambitious, (Starving)
(Not thirsty), I’m hungry
(Ambitious), I’m starving
(Still hungry)

[Outro]
Sick, sick
Mmm, hungry
Starving, not thirsty
Mmm Mmm Mmm
Just hungry, Ambitious
Still hungry