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the cutlery - filet mignon lyrics

fillet mignon

now how come i ain’t made it yo
ain’t no play when stakes is low
lady luck don’t own no apr-n
hey but that filet she owe
tryna eat i’m climbing steep hills
hollywood sign high as steeples
ain’t got no time to sleep
well that’s why i ain’t kind to sheep
still they out there finding futons
millionaires if counting coupons
scuse my french ain’t got no moutons
f-ck you and your croutons
little bread middle men
might be eating still ain’t fed
got a beat i’ll juice you in it
michael keaton’s little head
diane keating woody allen
keep them in their wooden beds
high end sneakers what he styln
feet ain’t ever stood for sh-t
at the mall spending senseless
k!lling for them silly trends
at my core vet’ing you princes
till you more than little red

you ain’t f-cking with my bars
why you’re homies acting funny
if i’ve offered you a round
only cus i’m acting sunny
light you up when you in town
don’t you know i got them keys
shoulda kept that drinking down
now you’s can’t leave
5 foot 4 but that don’t stress me
i go pesci i go lefty
why go test me you’ll go nighty
find the whole time i was righty
i ain’t lying i ain’t silent
violence got no height requirements
go ahead and talk that sh-t
my whole life been fighting giants
tell me what your words say
i can go the nerd way
flip you with so many verbs
d-mn i got absurd play
like have you a metaphor for bowing down to morons
the way one goes bah cus to be the lamb’s their slogan
hold on… i said
have you met a four four bow! down two more on
the way one goes bahka! two belamb! they’re slow guns
them is tricks let ‘em pick
eminem or kendrick
you saying i can’t relate
but i been here since ’98
still i can not find a plate
still i can not find a way
scuse me if i’m getting heavy i’m trying to climb a weight
but my fillet is full of fish guess i’m just a starving artist
ain’t n0body breaking bread guess i gotta start a harvest
twelve records full of heart guess that’s why i’ve gotten heartless
tell myself screw the art why are you so f-cking honest

she say i ain’t got a thing
she blame it all on my rapping
i’m thinking we got a flame
guess its just a box of matches
my rapping got her that ring
guess its just for boxing matches
everybody acts the same
when money is their top attraction
what is wrong with cutting songs
my poppa was cutting lawns
my momma a c-cktail waitress
tell me where their son belongs
if what i want ain’t what i need
how the f-ck can i proceed
you follow then you swallow
that’s the only way that you’ll succeed
d-mn i’m just so immature
rhymes like that well i’m too old
d-mn i feel so miniature
this time i gotta finally grow
yes i gotta finally go
yes i got an apr-n on
i’ll be doing as i’m told
and serving you filet mignon

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