Rick Ross, Freddie Gibbs - Lobster Omelette lyrics

Yeah, Kane check, check, uh
Check, check, yeah check, check

My nightmares' comin' true (yeah, yeah)
But they ain't leave me spooked (Nah)
On the West Coast countin' blues
But I'm whoopin' with them 'Rus
(Suwoop, yeah) in my neighborhood, you was
Either five or six, you had to choose
And folks and them was stealin' my
Starter jacket and my shoes
(Give me the shit, bitch)
They laughin' at me at my school
So I move like I ain't got shit to lose
(Haha) when I get them goons
You in the afterlife by afternoon (Uh)
My chopper tucked, man, I served that dust
My nigga served that food
Now I'm in my jail cell
Watchin' myself on the news
(What the fuck?)
Broken hearts and empty pockets, crack water
Dirty faucet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I shot that bitch in the chest, man
I knocked his shoulder out it's socket
(Baow) fuck a degree, I'm whippin' diesel
No direct deposit (yeah)
Dope in my diaper bag
I serve 'em while my daughter watchin'
(Shit, nigga)
Prosecutor might diminish me, so
When they sentenced me, i was a no-show
(yeah, yeah)
Dumped the body in the country, shawty D4L
I did it for the low-low (yeah, yeah)
Bury me with all my jewelry on me
And some VVS's in the logo (yeah, yeah)
President ain't never love a nigga
Who the fuck
A nigga supposed to vote for? Nigga
What? yeah all my Lords in the pen
'bout to feel this shit
Got a stripper bitch that live in
Hollywood with a mouth so good
She can seal these bricks (Woo)
Last year, let a nigga bust down
Heard she got a nigga now
She can still get dick (yeah)
You could take away this rap shit today
Throw the
Whole shit away, and I'ma still get rich
Bitch (yeah)

Triple S (M-M, M-M) kane Train
Uh, I'm ice skatin'
I'm ice skatin' (Maybach Music) yes

Niggas come to conclusion
Checks keep comin' concurrent
Shooters on the maneuver
Really as a deterrent
MA singin' melodic, pussy seemin' hypnotic
I'm addicted to diamonds
Such a fiend for them watches
Dollar signs in my carpet
Killin' opps is the obvious
I count bodies like bottles at
Parties when I'm in Cabo
I just lead and they follow
Call it laws of attraction
Livin' in the colosseum 'til I'm
Caught in my casket
On the beach in a mansion
Dope boy got him a pension
Pistols pulled in a panic
You can give me my sentence
Money come with the killings
White convertible ceiling
Bel-Air bottles in Venice
Pray you mindin' your business
Rappers wanna play sports
Athletes caught in the courts
Actors overdosin', addicted to chemicals
Boy boss