Gringo the MC - Plate of Church's Chicken $100 Cup of Lean lyrics

Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean On some broke bologna get some provolone between Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team I got groupies and plane tickets but this sh** ain't what it seems My issues are mine, how could you understand? f**in' with me wrong, you meet the back my hand Sometimes I get on planes, and hope that they don't land Sometimes I f** your b**h, sometimes I shake your hand Still ride with the tye all dyed and my day one brothers getting high all night Little Avion with a lime on ice and my girl probably going to want to fight all night 'Cause this chick that I know from an itty bitty town s**s dick like a pro and the word got around They roll it free when you're as cold as me That's why I buy by the gram and I smoke by the pound If you're looking for the truth come see me I ain't run game I just sold her one CD They ain't gotta want me 'cause they about to need me They ain't gotta f** me, she just gotta feed me I'ma run this sh** like we up 35 and there's 5 minutes left and you better believe me Real Street, f** 'em all, we ain't signing no treaties I put on for my city like Jeezy Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean On some broke bologna get some provolone between Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team I got groupies and plane tickets but this sh** ain't what it seems I'm off these Shiner Boxes, yes b**h I meant boxes 'Cause I drank 50 of them b**hes and I still ain't nauseous So hold your horses, or get drug by your horses I'm just looking for a good time I ain't looking for no courtship I hate court sh**, that sh** horse sh** Wish the judge's mama would have gotten an abortion Steal his darkest secrets make a fortune off extortion Spend the money on the homeless, on the hood, and on the orphans And I, pull up, park, hustle, goons in the back and they all want trouble The Ughmerican Dream, this crack for the kids and I'm looking for the money so I might charge double Still ain't a motherf**ing square in the huddle Still smoke motherf**ing squares in the huddle Still don't a rich folk care 'bout the struggle So I stress while I work, pull a hair and a muscle Plate of Church's chicken, $100 cup of lean On some broke bologna get some provolone between Feeling like the only one who reppin' for the team I got groupies and plane tickets but this sh** ain't what it seems