Ralphy London - Lunchables lyrics

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Ralphy London - Lunchables lyrics

[Ralphy London] [Hook] Everybody better hustle Ain't nobody gonna hand you sh**, my n***a these people don't love you They just wanna see you struggle Wanna see you eating lunchables They don't wanna see you comfortable, I swear to god man these people don't love you. (x2) [Verse 1] They wish d**h upon me, (Who?) Many men, men, They wonder why a n***a sinny sin sin Cause I don't got a cent, cent to my name n***as getting robbed everyday n***a, everyday n***a,(Blah) Ain't nothing going to stop that, president don't even know where the block at sh**, we don't even know where Barack's at, what's up n***a Can we get a little healthcare, block so hot we about to melt hair, aye yo we about to melt here But if my n***as still cool tho, hell yeah, hellllll yeah ohhh (Uhh) n***as got to hustle, everybody grandmamma getting old, I'm trying to put a 100 grand on this cove before she go That's the realest sh** ever, I ain't ever gonna fold under pressure Everything I was told in the lecture, from the old genes I gotta remember (Uhh)It's getting cold, n***as better get a Northface. Tell Troy Ave. I'm the new North face That's what all the real n***as in New York say, anyway Getting paid is a everyday thing, on the curb like everything straight That's a contradiction right up in your face Got plenty ways I can get money, and if I go broke it'll get ugly Aye yo, it'll get ugly, I'm talking real Biggie Smalls in a hurry [Hook] (x2) [Ralphy London] [Verse 2] Aye yo, whatcha going to do when you piss poor, with more, stories than a historian About how you used to sell dope way early in, but your glory days over and you gotta work again, n***a hustle People got bills, (uhh) rap n***as got deals, but they ain't really tryna build, that's why the people can't deal with the fakes I heard you got Ace by the case, well my n***a caught a case with his lace You got a T-bone steak on your plate, well I be eating noodles and noodles like everyday n***a And we don't trust these broads, I got scars all over my heart, I got five dollars on my debit card Now Im'a scrape that sh** until tomorrow. But it ain't far when you ain't sleeping anyway, word to my n***a JK, Im'a k** the snakes Catch em in the gra**, Ima really demonstrate, how they ain't the only motherf**ers rolling with a fang Chip on my shoulder, I used to wanna be a villain when I grow up. It's a dark knight out in California Aye yo R.I.P. to the Joker. I'm getting low on cash, but I know it ain't a issue Ima a natural born hustler, I can deal, I ain't ever in a pickle Got plenty ways I can get money, and if I go broke it'll get ugly Aye yo, it'll get ugly, I'm talking real Biggie Smalls in a hurry [Hook] (x2)