Meyhem Lauren - Salmon Croquettes lyrics

[Verse 1 – AG Da Coroner] Little n***a this be my art Most of these n***as steal from the bigger guys Choose your religion, I'm breaking bread in the synagogue Everybody line up, your time up, go find a recliner Laid back as I'm murdering these vaginas Early morning in the diner with the egg whites bu*ter on the bread light, if it still don't hit you I bet the lead might Uncle doing fed time, I still celebrate With a gla** of that red wine, step in the booth and bless mine I know god watching over me Send n***as to hit your moms in her ovaries For these f*ggots thinking they knowing me Take a trip to the church, pour water on your rosaries Believe what I got up my sleeve will make you freeze and plead You looking nervous while you drop to your knees, please I'm the real meaning of a rap artist, blood stains on your man's carpet Coroner [Verse 2 – Meyhem Lauren] If it's sawfish we eat pasta with the ba**a Keep these b**hes praying like we're knocka sipping vodka I'm a doctor, no stethoscope Precious coke, freshest dope I rock a leather coat while looking for a better quote Never wrote, sh** I ain't about these streets Certified, murder time, now you mortified, I make a burner rise Open up your chest and take a breath, these bullets burglarize Surgeon sized salary, beast of the galaxy [?] struggles, skywalk on air bubbles n***as act stingy with wealth but share troubles They can keep that, bout to relocate to where the beach at f** the jacket and the winter I be poolside for dinner Out of town, chilling with friends like they [?] Well built, covered in silk, I'm looking slimmer Lay with dimes handcrafted by the palms of perfection What you see is what you get, this life is all about perception [Hook] Welcome to the great outdoors, peace to the wilderness Started from the ground up, peep how we're building this Shine bright, grind right, rhyme tight, now we in the limelight Ow! Outdoorsman in the building, what, Ow! Ow! Outdoorsman in the building, what, Ow! n***as is sk**ed at this, welcome to the great outdoors, peace to the wilderness [Verse 3 – Meyhem Lauren] Across the pond we got your nieces on our bits and pieces A bitter feast that increases, we're sipping [?], jeesus f** swiping fees, that's for skeezers, they try to bleed us They feed us and then secede us, and wish we give em a fetus I'm on my old school sh**, rocking Adidas Face covered by [?], straight in dialogue with Midas Recreational mischief had us wyling, holding heaters Keep the views of nonbelievers tightly tucked behind my sneakers f** em, stepped on by thousand dollar gym shoes Buckwild, talk of the town, my n***as been news It's still [?] penmanship, gave birth to your whole style but then I ended it [?] you my IQ is GQ I control the d**, you let the d** control you sh**, we cut from a different cloth You run from n***as, I run with n***as that's pitching soft [Hook]