Free Lunch

[Verse 1]

Where we at with it?

Welcome home, [?] all these niggas tryna clock

Lately I been in my own [?]

In my own lean, just catch eleven-hundred Roxy's

Coulda caught a couple pair of chrome jeans

Built my own line, shoutout [?] find my own time

Fuck the world, [?]

Pray that one day I could put [?]

Servin' any person, place, or thing like a pronoun

Put the blow [?] weigh out in [?]

Watchin' out for the troops in my blindspot

Might not be the one that you see coming

But I'm the type that'll strike when the iron hot

[?] trippin' out the way, need a lunch pill

Curl a 125, that's a dumbell

[?]

Twenty K in [?], call it junk mail

Hundred K in all slips, that's a [?]

Drugs on hell block 'till the [?]

227 fifty, I'm one of the one-ones

[?] I ain't ever had a stun gun

Turn the [?] to a [?]

All them niggas gon' die if they keep [?]

No shirt in the ghetto with my piece on

Told Em I'm on whatever him and streets on

[Verse 2]

Three phones, [?]

Two traps slapboxing on the west side

Young dog [?] on the north end

Ride around [?] rollin' out an [?]

Everything rolling smooth without a hiccup

Every time my phone ring, time to pick up

But all a nigga know is drop offs and pick ups

Life sentence in the truck bed of that pickup

Ten bricks [?]

Sippin' drink with my thugs on the east side

Like what the fuck would the streets be without me?

Quick to empty out the MAC-10 like I'm T-Boz

Run a nigga spot down like I'm Left Eye

[?] still owe me half of her SSI

Listen close, you can hear the Pyrex crack

Got the best price like a nigga work at Best Buy