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LIL KEKE lyrics : "Out Of Luck"

(feat. Big Hawk & Garcia, Kevo)

[talking:]

Uh yeah, I told you ^!$$%z I had PS2 clarity on tracks
It's Young Fever and Worm, the million dollar connection
Uh you $#&@ing with Presidential, Commission Music Group

And most of all Ghetto Dreams baby, how you think about that one uh

[Hook:]

Presidential, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with
Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with

You come playing games with us, you out of luck (*##$
Presidential, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with
Commission Music, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with

Ghetto Dreams, ain't nothing to be $#&@ed with
You come playing games with us, goodbye


[Kevo:]
I always had a vision, that I would count cash like the government
A attitude like they like it, I'm $#&@ing loving it

I never fronted ^!$$%z on credit, cancel that brother %#@!
Hover around another strip playa, you on that other %#@!
If there's cash outside my set, then I'ma cover it

Beef I put that %#@! off in the skillet, and smother it
I promised myself to love, not a nan 'nother (*##$
I'm a pimp, I will make a hoe house out of covenant

^!$$%z $#&@ around with Fever, and Kevo gon thump ya
In all black, pop right out of the hedges and bump ya
I rack stats and shots and $$#ists, like original Rucker

Your destination is hell, cause heaven don't want ya
They gon find you with your body in the car, head in a dumpster
Hate the flame or the game, cause it plays in a monster

Slapped off, 151 and Mamosa
Ready to make my hollow points, hop out of your head like a toaster


[Hook]

[H.A.W.K.:]

With a full head of steam, and a hell of a team
Ghetto Dreams, is a money making machine
I'm chasing a dream, like Karl Malone chasing a ring

By any means, a must that I get this cream
Get that do', and spit that sickening flow
The C.E.O., and you ought to see me flow

You Gusto, the dude from CB4
And with that flow, your %#@! won't make it out the sto'
On tracks I'm a creature, I'm a smashing feature

Feel these hard 16's, coming through your speakers
I can teach ya, every aspect of the game
From putting it all together, to putting it in them chains

I'm talking change, in large amounts
Coming straight from the streets, to them corporate accounts
That's what counts, and any ^!$$% willing to bet

Who the hell said a thug, can't be an exec

[Hook]


[Lil' Keke:]
Commission Music, call me the franchise player

Touring city to city, with my C's in the air
Done seen plenty battles, 'fore I came out the hood
And I still lead my team, like a quarterback should

And we ain't to be $#&@ed with, we worser than S.W.A.T.
Every year two or three ^!$$%z, on the streets get shot
It's the Young Don ^!$$%, on a hell of a job

Thanks to C.M.G. (*##$, we the new black mob
This for the family, so it's mostly for wealth
I started my own label, then I signed myself

You know the street sweepers sweep, on a late night creep
One thang about a killer, he bring it just where you sleep
And it's 7-1-3, my ^!$$% we still holding now

Still pimping (*##$es, my game is called polar bear
Multiplying game, get cash any and everywhere
Busting off talk, my pistol play is never fair


[Hook]

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