No Free Lunch

We was never looking for no free lunch
Back against the wall wish you would front
Yada yada sumtin sumtin I ain't sayin nothing
Got a lot problems you the main one

Million dollar dreams I could barely sleep
Selling souls heard they selling cheap
Man this plate ain't never seen so many steaks
Said my grace when I ate srry Lord I couldn't wait
Slave ships, whips chains
Swerve chit switch lanes

Use to keep my money in a bible cuz these niccas ain't religious
Praying on my downfall, bitch you contradicting
Swerve Chit Whipping how I'm living
Curb chit use to get it by the building
Niccas in the lobby tho
We going up that's obvi tho
Pussy is a novelty I souvenir that private show
You do that chit we not impressed
Jet fuel and a lot threats
Pull up with the powder wet
Fresh out the shark tank brushing off the guppies
Got the gat I could snap n make'm hush like puppies
Bullets coming in a drum and like Philip
Stroke hit ya chest different know you dying when you feel it

Get a bag and blow the check on the same chit
Fucking up the re up still working on the same flip
Swerve chit whipping how you living
Curb chit every corner got a dealer
Connect named Fernando
Gave a nicca mad dope
Couldn't make the return
They gone make examples
Body in barrel somewhere
Carried somewhere and buried somewhere
They ain't gone know where you went
Niccas too comfy in the airs they in
I learned shapes at young age wit sharing and chit
Like my circle too small none you squares gone fit
But all my niccas gone eat cuz all these meals get split
Ima clean ass nicca wit sum dirty ass habits
Like eyeing all the work wit no scale when I bag it
Prolly lost custies smacking niccas comin short
Remember whippin wit the fork had to get it off the porch



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Writer(s): Marvin Williams
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