Lobster Omelette (feat. Rick Ross)

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 its 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