Lobsters In Shoreditch
Ayo
Who woulda ever thought it? (Uh-huh)
So many ways to get the pay
I'm explorin' all of the sources (I am)
Eatin' lobster tails with whores, fornicatin' a shortage (Uh-huh)
Overseas 'cause I'm lit off of the shit that I recorded (yeah)
Was on a crash course with a quarter on a corner (uh-huh)
Of course I need the cash, boss, lacking that shit is torture
You hurtin' from your last loss, nigga, you gettin' softer (y'all niggas soft)
I had songs full of saucer six so you servin' snorters
Disregard his songs and the shit the law taught us
He's duckin' D's in a Ford Taurus
Seen it like the Eye of Horus (I did)
And my ride is where your whore is
Trying to get her hands on my grands like Horace (fuck outta herе)
That's a dub like Fort Nichols
It wasn't showing no love
Soon as I came up, thеy all miss you
Typical, my nigga, none of this shit is new
Girls wanna have fun and find a new dick to screw
From nothing to something, I'm living proof
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool
I get brick money from the download and digital (cash)
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
Beautiful lie or the ugly truth, what do you believe? (What you believe?)
Was selling e's, now I fly across foreign seas (uh-huh)
Your sneakers is leaning bad, I push foreign Vs
That's automatic like Steph Curry scoring threes
Rest in peace my nigga Warren, free all the Gs
I wrap the Benz forest green, hopped out in fatigues (uh-huh)
40 Belows like Bishop, finesses up my sleeve (yeah)
Was broke, now my shit up, I look like Prince Akeem (I do)
It was all a dream, used to sell eight balls and scheme
Now I just rap random six figures in quarantine
But I need more, pay me my paper accordingly
Had ism in my umbilical cord, I was born a beast (uh-huh)
Like Hank McCoy, I run this shit like
Brad Pitt in Troy, killed it like a bad batch of raw
Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper?
From nothing to something, I'm living proof (uh-huh)
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool (yeah)
I get brick money from the download and digital (cash)
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
From nothing to something, I'm living proof (ah huh)
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool (yeah)
I get brick money from the download and digital
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
Who woulda ever thought it? (Uh-huh)
So many ways to get the pay
I'm explorin' all of the sources (I am)
Eatin' lobster tails with whores, fornicatin' a shortage (Uh-huh)
Overseas 'cause I'm lit off of the shit that I recorded (yeah)
Was on a crash course with a quarter on a corner (uh-huh)
Of course I need the cash, boss, lacking that shit is torture
You hurtin' from your last loss, nigga, you gettin' softer (y'all niggas soft)
I had songs full of saucer six so you servin' snorters
Disregard his songs and the shit the law taught us
He's duckin' D's in a Ford Taurus
Seen it like the Eye of Horus (I did)
And my ride is where your whore is
Trying to get her hands on my grands like Horace (fuck outta herе)
That's a dub like Fort Nichols
It wasn't showing no love
Soon as I came up, thеy all miss you
Typical, my nigga, none of this shit is new
Girls wanna have fun and find a new dick to screw
From nothing to something, I'm living proof
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool
I get brick money from the download and digital (cash)
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
Beautiful lie or the ugly truth, what do you believe? (What you believe?)
Was selling e's, now I fly across foreign seas (uh-huh)
Your sneakers is leaning bad, I push foreign Vs
That's automatic like Steph Curry scoring threes
Rest in peace my nigga Warren, free all the Gs
I wrap the Benz forest green, hopped out in fatigues (uh-huh)
40 Belows like Bishop, finesses up my sleeve (yeah)
Was broke, now my shit up, I look like Prince Akeem (I do)
It was all a dream, used to sell eight balls and scheme
Now I just rap random six figures in quarantine
But I need more, pay me my paper accordingly
Had ism in my umbilical cord, I was born a beast (uh-huh)
Like Hank McCoy, I run this shit like
Brad Pitt in Troy, killed it like a bad batch of raw
Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper?
From nothing to something, I'm living proof (uh-huh)
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool (yeah)
I get brick money from the download and digital (cash)
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
From nothing to something, I'm living proof (ah huh)
Was out of the loop, now we lit, loungin' in Liverpool (yeah)
I get brick money from the download and digital
Shit ain't the same, I got a different view (different view)
Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Anthony Allen, Michael Ramirez Gill, Jesper Schwabe Andersen
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