Salmon Croquettes - Meyhem Lauren, Buckwild, AG Da Coroner

Little nigga this be my art

Most of these niggas 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

Butter 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 glass of that red wine, step in the booth and bless mine

I know god watching over me

Send niggas to hit your moms in her ovaries

For these faggots 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

If it’s sawfish we eat pasta with the bassa

Keep these bitches 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, shit 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

Niggas act stingy with wealth but share troubles

They can keep that, bout to relocate to where the beach at

Fuck the jacket and the winter I be poolside for dinner

Out of town, chilling with friends like David Schwimmer

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

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!

Niggas is skilled at this, welcome to the great outdoors, peace to the

wilderness

Across the pond we got your nieces on our bits and pieces

A bitter feast that increases, we’re sipping, jeesus

Fuck 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 shit, 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

Fuck em, stepped on by thousand dollar gym shoes

Buckwild, talk of the town, my niggas 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 drugs, you let the drugs control you

Shit, we cut from a different cloth

You run from niggas, I run with niggas that’s pitching soft