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Lunch Table Freestyles Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
They wanna know how I started rapping
Lunch table freestyles, it's mad
Bro spit a bar, then I spit two
Pass it to my guy, just don't be whack
And we don't stop until we run out of rhymes
If you mess it up, then you hold neck slaps
Never thought I'd be making tracks
Year seven me never thought I'd be putting LC on the map
Always wanted to hoop, didn't think about rap
But I know I'm trying to get my bread up
I'm a hustler I was born like that
Whenever it rain, got to keep my head up
I know that the sun's going to come right back
Don't compare me to guys in my year
They ain't from my cloth
They don't grind like that
Eleven years old, I started rapping
But I'm still a beginner
I'm trying to bring like a hundred bags in
You bag girls, that's a whole different action
I'm trying to gain transactions
You want game for girls' attraction
Consequences are made from your actions
TBoogz different, he never try match them
But true say, I always feel like I never fit in so I roll with it
I finally found my passion
It's been a long time, so there ain't no folding it
And I can't open up to no one
So the writing helps me cope with it
Them man sour because I got dough, that's bread
I'm trying to get that loaf, innit
They wanna know how I started rapping
Lunch table freestyles, it's mad
Bro spit a bar, then I spit two
Pass it to my guy, just don't be whack
And we don't stop until we run out of rhymes
If you mess it up, then you hold neck slaps
Never thought I'd be making tracks
Year seven me never thought I'd be putting LC on the map
Always wanted to hoop, didn't think about rap
But I know I'm trying to get my bread up
I'm a hustler I was born like that
Whenever it rain, got to keep my head up
I know that the sun's going to come right back
Don't compare me to guys in my year
They ain't from my cloth
They don't grind like that
They ain't got my work rate
Twenty-second December, my birthday
We'll celebrate, but it still is a work-day
I'm always there for my people
When I need them, they ain't there like a first date
They ain't real like mermaids
I know haters are going to need first-aid
Because when I blow, I might just cause an earthquake
Remember them times we had
We sat down on our table
Couple man try jump in on our raps
Huh, and they'd always be whack
Teachers always on our backs
Try ruin it, skip them like ads
Those were the times that life was simple
Now randoms just trying to act bad