I ride with them boys in the middle of the map
People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,
Trying to give them light and a message
Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch
Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.
Lying to yourself, all over an image
I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case
Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase
Streets is calling square niggas leave a message
Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch
Knocked out in the lunch in
I get special attention
But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much
Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,
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