Songtext zu ' Lunch Break Freestyle (feat. G Herbo) ' von Lyrical Lemonade

Uh, nigga, I was on my last
You ain't ever seen me cry, put the fuck shit right to the side and I went up fast
You ain't ever heard I lied, every last nigga tried me died, every bitch had to swallow her pride
Hustler, all I gotta do is just come outside and I know I'ma get me a bag
I'm still trippin' off shit from my past
Grew up quick, I was livin' too fast
Blessed, I got right out when I needed, I knew the streets was never gon' last
Seen my first murder before I was a teen, he walked right up, I seen him squeeze it
Brains oozin', I seen him bleedin', had me scared to take out the trash
I was eighteen in my hood, you ain't had no ride, I was slidin' in a two-door Jag'
Pullin' out racks in class, teacher tryna give me some ass
Leavin' a Glock in the back at my bitch house if I had to crash
And I ain't give a fuck 'bout jail, always make bail 'cause I had the cash
Couple friends out here, can't say where they at, used to fuck wit' Black like Project Pat
Then he turned opp, when he turned to opp, turn on his block, made it clap
We was the same niggas hopped out broad day and then came back
30 go off, lay low at the loft, out late night with the same strap
Big G Herbo, I made it, already know I got bank, ain't even gotta say that
It's gettin' easy to save it, already bought the Rolls, I bought me a Maybach
Pray I don't lose control, already lost my bros but I got payback
I never hesitate, I don't play that
Like I'ma celebrate, I'm where the cake at
These niggas fake as fuck, everybody eyes on me now that I'm papered up
Ain't nobody made me nun', showed them niggas the way, they ain't thanked me once
I can't trust none, soon as I black out, now I'm the crazy one
Had to step back like time out
Yeah, I know rap won't slime me out
Niggas sneak diss, I'm findin' out
But I can find out where they hidin' out
I ain't even sweatin', I'm in the sunyon, countin' up monyon while they dryin' out
Fuck nigga keep on talkin' shit till we pull up, drench somethin', have 'em dyin' out
Yo' main bitch said you ain't no funyon, yeah, yo' ass doneyon, now she flyin' out
Represent the nine just like Three 6
Lil' Herb was broke, G Herbo rich
I'm really that nigga, I went legit
Ain't never go outside to snitch
Man, you niggas be mad as shit, coulda been together, we had this shit
You boys my son, you down bad, I really got kids that's bad as shit
Had the plan and I was gon' master it, they ain't wanna stick to that and I'm glad
We hoppin' off the jet, gettin' bag
Hoppin' right back on the jet, gettin' lag
I told Scrap go get him a Aston, pick up Aston, put him in fashion
I spent a mill' on drip, that was past tense, still leave a puddle in here, we splashin', yeah
I went to Pristine like 2020, then went back to Pristine last year
I went to Eliantte 2018, I'ma go right back this year
I done made a few million, yeah, and I've been chillin' all this year
Told lil' foe'nem: Get out the trenches, man, they been killin' all this year
Take a few shots, then treat my thot like the opps, she leave in a wheelchair
Fuck the opps, I'm thinkin' like: Drop the top, it's makin' me feel better
Talk to Gil and Molly some days on the phone, but I don't write them letters
I send Gilly cheddar, I send Molly cheddar, uh
Feel like Smurk, I'm tryna heal, I gotta get better
Played in them trenches wit' my steel, do you know how that feel?
I was broad day in that field, I used to get chills
Wit' a all black Beretta, kept it right under my sweater, now I get mills', nigga

Swerve, let's get it
I was on my last, uh
Nigga, I was on my last, for real
No bap, big G Herbo, big Swerve
G Herbo, uh