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killa kyleon – lobster mac & cheese lyrics

we gon do this one for the hustlers the ones that made it thru a beautiful struggle
ya know
no disrespect to meek we ain’t do them oodies and noodles
imma need me a steak48 plate lobster mac & cheese please
check 1 2 what it do lets go
young n-gga from the backpack
where last first and the first last
graduated with my cap and gown
but the streets taught a n-gga first cl-ss
when 9-11 dont help sh-t
get ya locked up or either hurt bad
pray to god like its tylenol
just to k!ll the pain hope it work fast
but it dont
double doors but it won’t
numb to it so it can’t
learned more doing wrong
sinner far from a saint
living good no complaints
im trying make it to the bank
crackers want me in the tank
locked up in restraints
potus said he make it great
knowing d-mn well it ain’t
never quit cuz i can’t
second place the first loser
number 1 the only rank
leaning on a n-gga faint
but im drowning the drank
contemplating let me think
gotta reach another goal
stand up never fold
still money over hoes
mink on me an a heater
streets got my heart cold

my n-ggas came from nothing
they went an made them something
n-ggas livin for today
stack it up an save the money
get it how a n-gga live
know tomorrow isnt promise
n-ggas with att-tudes they 100 miles and runnin
yeah!!
stone like medusa look at my neck
hercules n-gga know im flex
versace sweaters i medusa my chest
these are habits when you use to a check
f-ck a car imma uber a jet
do what i do with finesse
living my best
this what you do when you blessed
hate what they do when he stressed
im with some bad b-tches on a boat
im in a yacht party getting throwed
im getting head money on my mind
but im still contemplating getting mo
made it thru raindrops then the pain stops
now im doing better than before
im with a model b-tch yea she go
im throwing dollar bills on the flo
im in a huracan color blow
im in it 1 deep jammin ro
i like it screwed up thats htownt ype the vontel like it slow
i just be getting money keep it g
roll up a couple grams po a 3
i know i run a broke n-gga hot
i know they hate it when im doing me
im in the galleria with a check
i got some king johnny on my neck
i keep some ice like im selling meth
i rock it better better when i step
i keep a rubberband on the loaf
they gone salute a n-gga im the goat
i know a couple names they can call a n-gga bet they never call a n-gga broke

- killa kyleon lyrics

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