Lunch Break Freestyle

Lyrics

[PART I: "Dunn, Dunn" by Shawty Lo] [Verse] Uh, done-done it all, done-done it all Ayy, done-done it all, GLA, 10-milly in my drawers Bro collect call when he call, snitch-K, I'm screamin', "Free my dogs" Goin' on hits with my big bro, we ain't pull off 'till niggas fall, nigga No cap, we marchin', niggas ran fast and we parked 'em My first hit, you could hear my heartbeat, I post pics and bitches heart me And I'm drivin' fast, off codeine, can't see my dash All the way turnt up, Roscoe Dash, we did hits out Nike masks My crew came from jackin', crack residue on my jacket Got gunpowder on my pocket, and I been pop shit before I was poppin', nigga A bitch can't make me a option, 'cause I make bitches options, nigga I might just pop my cous' 'cause he be on that opp shit Nigga just came from speedin' the jakes, fat Prada shades on my face Got lean in my Lyrical Lemonade, come search me, ain't find my Drac' And my bro been locked for long, we need help, gettin' them call Kim K And I'm takin' hoes to the trenches when they wanna kick it, we ain't goin' on dates, nigga [Outro] Ayy, mm, done-done it all Done-done it all, done-done it all Ayy, ayy, they got me on Lyrical Lemonade, watch this Ayy, I'm finna make it hard as hell for niggas to get up here, watch this On foenem [PART II: "My Kitchen" by Gucci Mane] [Intro] Ayy, nobody, nobody fuck with my kitchen Ayy, mm, ayy [Verse] Gucci slid on his freestyle, my beat, Cole Bennett picked it Twelve been hittin' the block but the opps outside, you can bet we ready to risk it Unc' get mad when we got hoes in the trap, don't nobody touch his kitchen My cousin died, first thing I did was—, I ain't have no time to cry Lil' bronem post guns, but they be shootin', so, shit, I let it fly My lil' bros want Drac's to slide, they don't want no Smiths and nines Run off on this kitchen, you go missin' thinkin' you fuckin' [?] I ain't drop no song or shit in months, they think I lost my rhymes Coulda been dropped a hit, but all my songs 'bout guns, and lean, and crimes A bitch can't pick me, I pick bitches Regular glee, don't play with switches All-white tee, dope boy in the trenches My first hit, I didn't stop clickin' Free Headshot, that boy is innocent If I get caught, I'll stop rememberin' [Outro] Ayy, uh, mm-mm, uh Foenem, play the next beat, man Foenem [PART III: "Day 'n' Nite" by Kid Cudi] [Intro] Shoutout Kid Cudi, watch this Ayy, I'm finna go five-for-five, foenem, look Uh, uh, uh [Verse] 2017 first hit, I was shootin' and shootin' and I ain't hit shit Bro died, it was wartime with my side, whole gang wanna go drill out the whip Summertime 2018 was hard times, comin' outside with dice and a clip Whole gang posted, block been had so many guns on us, we walk with a limp 2019, had so much lean, I was snowin' us, nigga, you call when you sip One of my uncles a fiend, one a pimp, both of them niggas out seein' a dip Hot outside, swear the opps outside, if you grammar-school kids, leave the house with a mag' Day and night, we was tryna slide on feet, we ain't need no ride OG, auntie, and the streets raised me, I ain't need no dad Seventeen years old, rich off dice, I ain't need no class Made sure to see mom pass, way 'fore rap, we was playin' with racks Bronem ran it up off fraud, the other half ran it up off crack Me, myself, I was up off dice and lean, 9-5's in front of the trap And I was ready to spin, ride in the back of a van with a gun on my lap [Outro] Ayy, on foenem, I told—, look I'm makin' it hard, on foenem, watch this Five-for-five on the way, what that is, three? [PART IV: "Get Away" by Mobb Deep] [Intro] Three-for-four on foenem, shoutout Mobb Deep RIP bro, watch this Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy [Verse] (Get away) I got scars from the streets First hit, it left me heartless, lost my conscious in them seats (Ooh, ooh) I wanted to hit the streets so bad, Lord, why I got put in beef? I was only sixteen playin' with guns as big as me Shit, it was 2017 (Get away) I been knew how to shoot a gun, but not at movin' things But shit, I'd rather blow my pipe than let them blow at me (Ooh, ooh) It's crazy, we was goin' outside to kill I prayed to God, if police catch us on this drill, we can— (Get away) My broski DM me, "Lil' bro, it's time" I'm lookin' at my phone, like what I'm gon' do now? (Ooh, ooh) Ain't worried 'bout no niggas, don't care 'bout nobody dyin' Problem is is how much time they givin' out for murder crimes (Get away) Ain't no snitchin'-bitch bone in my body, though I picked up the phone, texted back, "I'm ready to roll" (Ooh, ooh) The other day I bought a mask from out the corner store Put that bitch right on and grab my gun, I'm sweatin' at the door (Get away) Now I'm in the car, ridin' Radio blastin', glidin' down Ashland (Ooh, ooh) Whole whip full of black guns and black masks If my momma knew what I was doin', she'll whoop asses (Get away) [Outro] On foenem, I can't finish the rest of that story, watch this On bro, [?], free bro, free Headshot, man On gang, long live Keez, on foenem Switch to the next beat, we ready On foenem, six block [PART V: "Stan" by Eminem] [Intro] Streets gone cold, I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all Got these raindrops on my window, and I can't sit around when I was little Watchin' this video, shoutout, um, Liam, he had the rawest videos when I was young It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so— Ayy [Verse] Reminiscin' 'bout the good times, even 'bout the dark ones Makin' [?], side-by-side us out auntie apartment Sometimes we struggled, but the struggle only made me harder Doin' crimes with my partners, dumb decisions made us smarter Shootouts in the blisterin' cold Crazy, I was standin' ten, couldn't even feel my toes I'd do anything to get a win, 'cept sell my soul It was trenches hell, had shootouts in the dark I wasn't trippin' 'bout no shootouts, shootouts gave me heart Always knew I'd be the hardest, came from sellin' hard Got hood rich off dice and lean, I never cracked a card When I dump, like gasoline, ARP get to sparkin' [Outro] And that's on foenem, ayy Ayy, y'all lucky I'm runnin' out of breath, on foenem I just went five-for-five, shoutout Lyrical Lemonade Shoutout Cole, shoutout everybody over here, man Thank y'all for havin' me, on bro, it's a go, forever Long live my niggas