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lirik lagu fastmoney ant - lunch break freestyle

[part i: “dunn, dunn” by shawty lo]

[verse]
uh, done~done it all, done~done it all
ayy, done~done it all, gla, 10~milly in my drawers
bro collect call when he call, snitch~k, i’m screamin’, “free my dogs”
goin’ on hits with my big bro, we ain’t pull off ’till n~ggas fall, n~gga
no cap, we marchin’, n~ggas ran fast and we parked ’em
my first hit, you could hear my heartbeat, i post pics and b~tches heart me
and i’m drivin’ fast, off codeine, can’t see my dash
all the way turnt up, roscoe dash, we did hits out nike masks
my crew came from jackin’, crack residue on my jacket
got gunpowder on my pocket, and i been pop sh~t before i was poppin’, n~gga
a b~tch can’t make me a option, ’cause i make b~tches options, n~gga
i might just pop my cous’ ’cause he be on that opp sh~t
n~gga just came from speedin’ the jakes, fat prada shades on my face
got lean in my lyrical lemonade, come search me, ain’t find my drac’
and my bro been locked for long, we need help, gettin’ them call kim k
and i’m takin’ hoes to the trenches when they wanna kick it, we ain’t goin’ on dates, n~gga

[outro]
ayy, mm, done~done it all
done~done it all, done~done it all
ayy, ayy, they got me on lyrical lemonade, watch this
ayy, i’m finna make it hard as h~ll for n~ggas to get up here, watch this
on foenem
[part ii: “my kitchen” by gucci mane]

[intro]
ayy, n0body, n0body f~ck with my kitchen
ayy, mm, ayy

[verse]
gucci slid on his freestyle, my beat, cole bennett picked it
twelve been hittin’ the block but the opps outside, you can bet we ready to risk it
unc’ get mad when we got hoes in the trap, don’t n0body touch his kitchen
my cousin died, first thing i did was—, i ain’t have no time to cry
lil’ bronem post guns, but they be shootin’, so, sh~t, i let it fly
my lil’ bros want drac’s to slide, they don’t want no smiths and nines
run off on this kitchen, you go missin’ thinkin’ you f~ckin’ [?]
i ain’t drop no song or sh~t in months, they think i lost my rhymes
coulda been dropped a hit, but all my songs ’bout guns, and lean, and crimes
a b~tch can’t pick me, i pick b~tches
regular glee, don’t play with switches
all~white tee, dope boy in the trenches
my first hit, i didn’t stop cl!ckin’
free headshot, that boy is innocent
if i get caught, i’ll stop rememberin’

[outro]
ayy, uh, mm~mm, uh
foenem, play the next beat, man
foenem
[part iii: “day ‘n’ nite” by kid cudi]

[intro]
shoutout kid cudi, watch this
ayy, i’m finna go five~for~five, foenem, look
uh, uh, uh

[verse]
2017 first hit, i was shootin’ and shootin’ and i ain’t hit sh~t
bro died, it was wartime with my side, whole gang wanna go drill out the whip
summertime 2018 was hard times, comin’ outside with dice and a clip
whole gang posted, block been had so many guns on us, we walk with a limp
2019, had so much lean, i was snowin’ us, n~gga, you call when you sip
one of my uncles a fiend, one a pimp, both of them n~ggas out seein’ a dip
hot outside, swear the opps outside, if you grammar~school kids, leave the house with a mag’
day and night, we was tryna slide on feet, we ain’t need no ride
og, auntie, and the streets raised me, i ain’t need no dad
seventeen years old, rich off dice, i ain’t need no class
made sure to see mom pass, way ‘fore rap, we was playin’ with racks
bronem ran it up off fraud, the other half ran it up off crack
me, myself, i was up off dice and lean, 9~5’s in front of the trap
and i was ready to spin, ride in the back of a van with a gun on my lap

[outro]
ayy, on foenem, i told—, look
i’m makin’ it hard, on foenem, watch this
five~for~five on the way, what that is, three?
[part iv: “get away” by mobb deep]

[intro]
three~for~four on foenem, shoutout mobb deep
rip bro, watch this
ayy, ayy~ayy~ayy

[verse]
(get away) i got scars from the streets
first hit, it left me heartless, lost my conscious in them seats (ooh, ooh)
i wanted to hit the streets so bad, lord, why i got put in beef?
i was only sixteen playin’ with guns as big as me
sh~t, it was 2017 (get away)
i been knew how to shoot a gun, but not at movin’ things
but sh~t, i’d rather blow my pipe than let them blow at me (ooh, ooh)
it’s crazy, we was goin’ outside to k!ll
i prayed to god, if police catch us on this drill, we can— (get away)
my broski dm me, “lil’ bro, it’s time”
i’m lookin’ at my phone, like what i’m gon’ do now? (ooh, ooh)
ain’t worried ’bout no n~ggas, don’t care ’bout n0body dyin’
problem is is how much time they givin’ out for murder crimes (get away)
ain’t no snitchin’~b~tch bone in my body, though
i picked up the phone, texted back, “i’m ready to roll” (ooh, ooh)
the other day i bought a mask from out the corner store
put that b~tch right on and grab my gun, i’m sweatin’ at the door (get away)
now i’m in the car, ridin’
radio blastin’, glidin’ down ashland (ooh, ooh)
whole whip full of black guns and black masks
if my momma knew what i was doin’, she’ll whoop asses (get away)

[outro]
on foenem, i can’t finish the rest of that story, watch this
on bro, [?], free bro, free headshot, man
on gang, long live keez, on foenem
switch to the next beat, we ready
on foenem, six block

[part v: “stan” by eminem]

[intro]
streets gone cold, i’m wonderin’ why i got out of bed at all
got these raindrops on my window, and i can’t sit around when i was little
watchin’ this video, shoutout, um, liam, he had the rawest videos when i was young
it reminds me that it’s not so bad, it’s not so—
ayy

[verse]
reminiscin’ ’bout the good times, even ’bout the dark ones
makin’ [?], side~by~side us out auntie apartment
sometimes we struggled, but the struggle only made me harder
doin’ crimes with my partners, dumb decisions made us smarter
shootouts in the blisterin’ cold
crazy, i was standin’ ten, couldn’t even feel my toes
i’d do anything to get a win, ‘cept sell my soul
it was trenches h~ll, had shootouts in the dark
i wasn’t trippin’ ’bout no shootouts, shootouts gave me heart
always knew i’d be the hardest, came from sellin’ hard
got hood rich off dice and lean, i never cracked a card
when i dump, like gasoline, arp get to sparkin’

[outro]
and that’s on foenem, ayy
ayy, y’all lucky i’m runnin’ out of breath, on foenem
i just went five~for~five, shoutout lyrical lemonade
shoutout cole, shoutout everybody over here, man
thank y’all for havin’ me, on bro, it’s a go, forever
long live my n~ggas

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