Lunchables by Ralphy London
Lunchables by Ralphy London

Lunchables

Ralphy London * Track #4 On Rugraps 2

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Lunchables by Ralphy London

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[Ralphy London]

[Hook]

Everybody better hustle

Ain't nobody gonna hand you shit, my nigga 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 death upon me, (Who?)

Many men, men, They wonder why a nigga sinny sin sin

Cause I don't got a cent, cent to my name

Niggas getting robbed everyday nigga, everyday nigga,(Blah)

Ain't nothing going to stop that, president don't even know where the block at

Shit, we don't even know where Barack's at, what's up nigga

Can we get a little healthcare, block so hot we about to melt hair, aye yo we about to melt here

But if my niggas still cool tho, hell yeah, hellllll yeah ohhh

(Uhh) Niggas 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 shit 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, niggas better get a Northface. Tell Troy Ave. I'm the new North face

That's what all the real niggas 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, nigga hustle

People got bills, (uhh) rap niggas 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 nigga caught a case with his lace

You got a T-bone steak on your plate, well I be eating noodles and noodles like everyday nigga

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 shit until tomorrow. But it ain't far when you ain't sleeping anyway, word to my nigga JK, Im'a kill the snakes

Catch em in the grass, Ima really demonstrate, how they ain't the only motherfuckers 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)

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