Lobsters In Shoreditch lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who woulda ever thought it?
So many ways to get the pay , I'm explorin' all of the sources
Eatin' lobster tails with whores, fornicatin' a shortage
Overseas 'cause I'm lit off of the sh*t that I recorded
Was on a crash course with a quarter on a corner
Of course I need the cash, boss, lacking that sh*t is torture
You hurtin' from your last loss, n*gga, you gettin' softer
I had songs full of sauce , a SIG Sauer , serving snorters
Disregard psalms and the sh*t the lord taught us
He's duckin' D's in a Ford Taurus seen it like the Eye of Horus
And my ride is where your whore is
Trying to get her hands on my grands like Horacе ('f*ck outta here)
That's a dub like Fort Nichols
It wasn't showing no lovе
Soon as I came up, they all miss you
Typical, my n*gga, none of this sh*t is new
Girls wanna have fun and find a new di*k to screw

[Chorus]
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
sh*t ain't the same, I got a different view

[Verse 2]
Beautiful lie or the ugly truth, what do you believe? (what you believe?)
Was selling e's, now I fly across foreign seas
Your sneakers is leaning bad, I push foreign Vs
That's automatic like Steph Curry scoring threes
Rest in peace my n*gga Warren, free all the g's
I wrap the Benz forest green, hopped out in fatigues
40 Belows like Bishop, finesses up my sleeve
Was broke, now my sh*t up, I look like Prince Akeem (I do)
It was all a dream, used to sell 8 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
Like Hank McCoy. I run this sh*t like Brad Pitt in Troy
Killed it like a bad batch of raw
[Sample: Notorious B.I.G.]
"Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper?"

[Chorus]
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
sh*t ain't the same, I got a different view
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
sh*t ain't the same, I got a different view