Lyrics
[Intro]
Woah, uhhh
Uhh, ohh, uhh
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
[Verse]
I had to leave my brodie crib, I had the gun in my hand
He too friendly, he be with the city, I don’t know half of his friends
Niggas get mad and they show they hand
He the type nigga to get some money and post a logo on his pants
He the type to bring up stories ‘round some hoes like he that man
The the type to down you at your lowest whenever he get a chance
He the type to hold his pride against his brother, rеach that man
He the type whеn niggas died, don’t call they kids and say he fam
I got stabbed in my back with a couple knives
Stabbed by some niggas I call gang but they the guys
Shit was close to home, it hurt me bad, I almost cried
I don’t show emotion, I start laughing when he died
Product of my environment, I’m moving strategic
He Cristian, wrong move, he can be neighbors with Jesus
This money got blood and tears on it, I make it look easy
I was so hurt what happened to wheezy
I can’t believe a nigga with money call my phone for a freebie
About this track
"Lunch" is a song by Lil Durk, released in 2026.
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Artist
Lil Durk →Capital cap ass niggas know they gon’ need me
All the money you said you sent to jails, they never received it
Ima say it, even tho they told me to keep it a secret
[Chorus]
I remember waking up a school to a gunshot
I remember stashing joints of reggie in my lunchbox
I remember selling radios to a pawn shop
I remember ditching school, standing on the bus stop
I remember waking up a school to a gunshot
I remember stashing joints of reggie in my lunchbox
I remember selling radios to a pawn shop
I remember ditching school, standing on the bus stop
[Outro]
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
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