Lunch Break Freestyle

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Babyface Ray - Rap

Lunch Break Freestyle

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[Intro] (I just need my space right now) Y'all know what it is, man, Codeine Cowboy, man I'm comin' in for seven-hundred percent, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, look, ayy [Verse] Head not a headache, fuck her 'til the bed break Slurrin' like I'm hood rich, that ain't shit I should flex Boujee 'cause I bossed her up, really, she a hood bitch I'm the type to give her to lil' bro when I'm done with that Curtains and the windows tinted, hell nah, ain't no peekin' in it Keep from out my way, keep on winnin', y'all can keep pretendin' I was once a fan until I meet and then I greet these niggas I don't even see it in 'em, they just rap what we bе livin' Cars got TV's in it, shit, I come from TV dinners Shit I come from wе don't need no gun if you ain't beefin', nigga Movin' like a wise guy, shit, you barely see me What's the point of "Gang-gang-gang" if you ain't eatin' with 'em? Cut off all my broke hoes, that shit unacceptable I'm grindin' 2-4/7, movin' and shakin', these niggas be vegetables Niggas ain't got no dreams, no hopes, no— huh, why the fuck is you next to me? Niggas ain't got no cheese, no money, no pape', why the fuck is you textin' me? I might get off writin' [?], pulled an all nighter Four baddies fire, wanna meet, they had a cypher Suck me 'til you tired, use me like a pacifier, bitch Way this shit been goin', you gotta paddle for a wire, look Don Marcello when I'm out in Cabo Each Sunday clean the house good, then watch Sopranos Say you wanna live this life fast, but you might die slow Fuck my hood, I'm good in yo' hood, should rock a blindfold, nigga I'm burnin' paper, I'm learnin' patience I'm goin' places, meetin' people, new conversations I'm brushin' shoulders with the biggest, got some information I'm in the room, they all successful, what's your occupation? I'm off two pills, I feel like Neo tryna dodge these agents Just be happy 'cause it's stressful tryna be the greatest Just be you because another motherfucker taken Go get the money 'cause it's ugly when you broke and famous You know it's crazy when it's clout the only thing they chasin' These niggas kids, they go to jail and finally join a gang These niggas kids, they get grown and finally turn to gangsters These niggas kids, get out of line, I'll have my homie spank 'em I come from East, make nickels where the hustlers be West Coast connected like I'm Dub-C Get it, feed the fam', take care of the muscle, shit get ugly Clip a bitch for nothin', she ain't mad [?], I got LV on my buttons Grass get high, then cut it, niggas snakes, I wouldn't trust 'em Crew link so exclusive, Cuban on, I had to tuck it Brodie so damn ign'ant, he went platinum Rollie, bust it Why the fuck is niggas drinkin' green? That shit disgustin' You can't trick me out my spot, I can't see my youngin's cry I see why niggas high, he brought his re-up in the spot Lil' shit, I'm unenthused, I come from kingpins F-Y-I Woke up on the island, thought I'm dreamin', but I'm not Ayy, the crib some like the Ritz, shit, my neighbours know I'm lit She was curvin', now she callin', switched the tables on that bitch Boss her jewellery up and put some labels on that bitch That's how you turn her up, I got her ex nigga sick, nigga Al Pina X7, I flipped script Nigga, I buy the script, buy the Perky, take a sip I was gettin' bored, I woke up in the mornin', took a trip It cost to be the boss, I set the table, left a tip, yeah I hope this fame don't take me out, I know niggas want my spot I hope these hoes don't break my heart, you know a nigga love too hard I seen 'em change when I got to the top, you know a nigga work too hard I beat the block like I'm Rocaine, you know a nigga stunt too hard I pulled up icy in the big body, this hoe wanna fuck my car I lost my mind when I walked in Louis, I shoulda been pushin' the cart If you don't work, then you don't eat, and most of these niggas, they starvin' I knew I was him from the start, shine bright but I come from the dark, nigga [Outro] Codeine Cowboy, nigga, you already know what the fuck goin' on Mob

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  • Babyface Ray