Lunch Break Freestyle

[Part I] [Intro] By the way, um This first beat is produced by The Alchemist, so [Verse] Fortunately the hate gets me farther, they gave me my flowers, then filled the vase up with saltwater African mined diamonds for my angelic daughter I can't get caught in time, my life shall soon be slaughtered Not today, the timing's off My shoes are brought from Senegal, my neighborhood had politics Blue and red, no CNN to let you know the right from wrongs But that ain't what y'all care about, rather someone air it out Until someone get aired out And then the air is filled with doubt, my love life is not extensive Thoughts inside my head are brought to life, what keep me apprehensive Thoughts around my bed hang long enough, they all get expensive High milligram inside the meds'll keep the boy attentive I scan all around the room, not a thing done But I hear all around the room what I shoulda did I should've listened to them niggas on the internet But if I did, I'd probably would be involuntary abstinent I don't understand, since when niggas get so perfect? Judging me, but life ain't worth it, in real time they lead the circus Below the surface I think something lingers, deep and down within Maybe childhood-like traumas, gettin' bullied by your friends So you change your profile pictures and you proceed to stalk your man Men you'll never meet, men you probably love, but love don't get attention So you proceed to hate, that get you likes, so that becomes your fate Your presence becomes fake, your morals are at stake, lil' dude Just 'cause y'all miserable, my food, you cannot take lil' dude I do get overweight, it's greed all on my face, lil' dude I do love spoilin' women, rumors are not fake, lil' dude Narratives about me tickle me, that's not the way, lil' dude [Part II] [Intro] Niggas doin' too much talkin' from the goddamn sidelines, you feel me? You gon treat this shit like the PGA, nigga, shut the fuck up on the sidelines Don't talk when the ballers is playin' [Verse] No way these hoes still follow y'all after all the shit y'all talk online Arguin' with yourself, like a bitch, you niggas fried Ain't no knockin' on wood, fuck your loved ones, you need to die Y'all the type to teach y'all kings, [?] point up high, huh I'm the type don't speak on shit, my twenty ounce hold a five I'm buyin' out cars, they all brand new, I barely could drive Even on hard wood with Nike socks, you wouldn't slide Even at half price, this Bottega coat, you couldn't buy Stop callin' them boys your opps, y'all folks just don't see eye-to-eye My Glock, known to always be under my pants like Calvin Klein's Real bachelor, should've got my degree over there at DeVry Go out tellin' them folks you beat your bitch, that shit ain't fire Every single day, niggas ask for help, but what 'bout I? Like, I don't need that shit, niggas couldn't give it to me if they tried Keep two bad hoes, one I fuck, one set up guys Doggie scale so much, all the bros just call him Plies He ain't never seen how [?] came to let you slide Real trailblazin', not one of my dawgs, can I decline? Ayy Been fucked up, been live, ho set me up, she must wanna die She must ain't know how to kill herself and need someone else to try Niggas think this shit sweet, well, I can't wait to show off my tithes Did too much for dog to play on my name, this ain't 'bout pride Before, I had four L's said in my name, I dodged a lot If I can't pay your bills and support your thrifts, you'll still be mine My daughter like sublime How many years in this shit? And I still ain't reach my prime The way y'all ride rockets and tryna be me should be a crime I'm tryna accept the fact y'all dick-suckers, but it take time In a nutshell, I'm rich as hell, I ain't standin' in no lines If you scope from across the Lake, you see me fucking, ain't no blinds Put the Rolls Royce anywhere, got fifty fines, but it's all fine Postin' them pyramids, geeked on X, damn near cryin' This Quagen taste so good, my kid got me down to put the cup down I understand you know how to flex 'bout 2016, but you wasn't around In the [?] Pyramids, can't catch me lackin' in no lounge My thick bitch brown, my new bitch tan, I look like the Cleveland Browns Niggas claim they king, they teeth hurt, the only time they get crowned All this ice on me, this shit, thought I'd probably drown [Outro] It's us Yeah, man, it's the Lyrical Concrete family, man Niggas know it's us 'til the dawn and dust Got fifty cars in the lot, man, I lost the keys, I lose the keys Every time I pick whichever key I can find, you know what I'm sayin'? It ain't done, man, we got fifty keys, you know though All of 'em on E, no gas in them bitches Fifty hoes in the house, we ain't payin' them bitches Get a job, bitch, get a degree, you know what I'm sayin'? If you hate me, I love Regardless, so, mwah