Lunch Break Freestyle

Part I

[Verse 1]
I ain't coming out to hang, I ain't coming out to link
I like being by myself, sit at home and overthink
I be really on the—, brrt
I be really on the game, I was rich before the fame
I still talk to old bitches 'cause they never say I changed
I say, "Hit the gas station," I'm that everywhere [?]
Money stackin' up, look, I'm a tall guy
She thought I was buying her a birk', wrong guy
I said that I love you, I was lying, am I wrong?
I got so much bitches, I can never right my wrongs
Might go Rolls Royce, might go Benz truck
So much on my mind, I can't lift my head up
Daddy left the house so you got to man up
Even if I lost my legs, I'm runnin' bands up
Call me Rich Paul, I might send them black trucks
He know not to play with me, I send a man hunt
Huh, I send a man hunt
He know not to play with me, I send a man hunt
But I got that—
I got that AK in my lap, I bet that ho gon' stand up
Uh, uh, that ho gon' understand us
I tell niggas, "You get left or you get right, ain't nothin' of that"
I said

Part II

[Verse 2]
She was like, "Baby, I [?] you," just had to tell her I'm 7.62
I hate when a nigga be mad, how you mad that I'm better than you?
If I sit on my money right now, swear to God I might pop out the roof
Yeah, rude boy, boy, step to the right, [?] get the hell out mi sight
Grim Reaper, Imma swing with a scythe
Man, I drink much, bu-but I drink Red Stripe
How the fuck [?]? Sean Paul, baby, come give me the light
I'll give you life like a pedialyte
We on your streets like them Israelites
Sexy girl wan' peep on the dread, one cheese burger with the coco bread
Left a [?] and the shirt turn red, it [?]
I don't even want it, I don't even need it
I'm with my twin like Serena and Venus
I'm with the Ye like I work with Adidas
I get that cheese and the bread and that pita

PART III

[Verse 3]
I'm prayin' to God they keepin' it music
Niggas wanna talk down, ride 'round and tell my young niggas to pull up and shoot shit
Like who bro think he foolin'? I hit on his dime, his day get ruined
I heard that he switched on the gang, diss my girl, the hell is you doing?
Like bro, I don't even know, I got a stick, droppin' the low
And I don't even know lil' bro, this niggas lucky I don't stack hoes
I call my young nigga Curtis, he kickin' the stick and it blow
He gon' die tryin', hit him with a .50, he must like hoes
21, 21, baby, I'm so damn Florida, look at my teeth
And I don't even know 'bout bro, don't like his vibe, jit too sweet
Heard that boy seen 12, I was like, "Where?" That's like Neo
And I don't even like them pigs, niggas, they fried, just like Rio
You flip with the cat like you Leo, I promise I pray every day
I promise I look up to God, I give him the thanks, he gave me a way
I grip on the Bible like K, I handle the work like I'm Trey

[Outro]
I'm done with these niggas, yeah, uh
Pull up, I'm vibin' in this bitch
Pull up, they know I be slidin' in this shit
Yeah, I pull up and hide in this bitch
I put my eye on the bitch, I'm
I might even like the bitch, uh
I might even like the bitch
Honestly, I might just wife the bitch
I don't even know, I might, I might pipe the bitch