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[Verse] Uh, n!gga, I was on my last You ain’t ever seen me cry, put the fu*k s*it right to the side and I went up fast You ain’t ever heard I lied, every last n!gga tried me died, every b!tch had to swallow her pride Hustler, all I gotta do is just come outside and I know I’ma get me a bag I’m still tripping off s*it from my past Grew up quick, I was living too fast Blessed, I got right out when I needed, I knew the streets was never gon’ last Seen my first murder before I was a teen, he walked right up, I seen him squeeze it Brains oozing, I seen him bleeding, had me scared to take out the trash I was eighteen in my hood, you ain’t had no ride, I was sliding in a two-door Jag’ Pulling out racks in class, teacher tryna give me some ass Leaving a Glock in the back at my b!tch house if I had to crash And I ain’t give a fu*k ’bout jail, always make bail ’cause I had the cash Couple friends out here, can’t say where they at, used to fu*k wit’ Black like Project Pat Then he turned opp, when he turned to opp, turn on his block, made it clap We was the same n!ggas hopped out broad day and then came back 30 go off, lay low at the loft, out late night with the same strap Big G Herbo, I made it, already know I got bank, ain’t even gotta say that It’s getting easy to save it, already bought the Rolls, I bought me a Maybach Pray I don’t lose control, already lost my bros but I got payback I never hesitate, I don’t play that Like I’ma celebrate, I’m where the cake at These n!ggas fake as fu*k, everybody eyes on me now that I’m papered up Ain’t nobody made me nun’, showed them n!ggas the way, they ain’t thanked me once I can’t trust none, soon as I black out, now I’m the crazy one Had to step back like time out Yeah, I know rap won’t slime me out N!ggas sneak diss, I’m finding out But I can find out where they hiding out I ain’t even sweating, I’m in the sunyon, counting up monyon while they drying out Fu*k n!gga keep on talking s*it ’till we pull up, drench something, have ’em dying out Yo’ main b!tch said you ain’t no funyon, yeah, yo’ ass doneyon, now she flying out Represent the nine just like Three 6 Lil’ Herb was broke, G Herbo rich I’m really that n!gga, I went legit Ain’t never go outside to snitch Man, you n!ggas be mad as s*it, coulda been together, we had this s*it You boys my son, you down bad, I really got kids that’s bad as s*it Had the plan and I was gon’ master it, they ain’t wanna stick to that and I’m glad We hopping off the jet, getting bag Hopping right back on the jet, getting lag I told Scrap go get him a Aston, pick up Aston, put him in fashion I spent a mill’ on drip, that was past tense, still leave a puddle in here, we splashing, yeah I went to Pristine like 2020, then went back to Pristine last year I went to Eliantte 2018, I’ma go right back this year I done made a few million, yeah and I’ve been chilling all this year Told lil’ foe’nem, \”Get out the trenches,\” man, they been killing all this year Take a few shots, then treat my thot like the opps, she leave in a wheelchair Fu*k the opps, I’m thinking like, \”Drop the top,\” it’s making me feel better Talk to Gil and Molly some days on the phone, but I don’t write them letters I send Gilly cheddar, I send Molly cheddar, uh Feel like Smurk, I’m tryna heal, I gotta get better Played in them trenches wit’ my steel, do you know how that feel? I was broad day in that field, I used to get chills Wit’ a all black Beretta, kept it right under my sweater, now I get mills’, n!gga [Outro] Swerve, let’s get it I was on my last, uh N!gga, I was on my last, for real No bap, big G Herbo, big Swerve G Herbo, uh. Lunch Break Freestyle lyrics – Lyrical Lemonade : Get lyrics and music video of this beautiful song here on LyricsBull.com