Lunch Tyme
I don't know why
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Why
It's ya boy epic
Straight repin that two six
Every time I step in da booth
I be dropping dem hits
Got bars for days
An punchlines for weeks
Creatin this nasty flow
So every track I'm known to freak
I'm ruthless wit my words
I do nuot give a fuck
Exploding on every track
Excuse me while I self-destruct
The best at this rap shit
Can't yo tell by my presence
If you look for the God mc
I'm the one u reference
Whatever you do
Don't flex on me
Started out humble
But now da kids getting hungry
You really don't want to see me
When it comes to da bars
New mcs look up to me
Cuz I shine harder than the stars
Heard they want a feature
Hopefully they can afford it
My flows out of this world
mind still lost in orbit
Listen up rappers
You might want to obsorb this
Challenge me if you want to
You guaranteed to catch the business
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm the king of this rap shit
Gucci on my crown
Every single where im featured
I shut that mother fucker down
Hip hop is dying cuz
MC's no longer have souls
So eating these rap zombies
Is my mf goal
Excuse my cockyness
I was born to finesse
I leave these artists in distress
And beats under arrest
Still don't fuck with five-zero
But I leave all my Haters stunned
Once they hear my bars they're quick To realize that their out gunned
You know my shit bang
I ain't even loaded the clip
So if mcs decide to trip
I'll let my punchlines rip
RIP to my challengers
I'm like the angel of death
An if mcs want to try me
There won't be any of em left
Swear if artists want beef
They'll grasp I'm A-1
Chef Epic in da kitchen
Been in it since day one
Forget these unseasoned rappers
I season all, son
My drip is so rare
Even my haters say well done
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Why
It's ya boy epic
Straight repin that two six
Every time I step in da booth
I be dropping dem hits
Got bars for days
An punchlines for weeks
Creatin this nasty flow
So every track I'm known to freak
I'm ruthless wit my words
I do nuot give a fuck
Exploding on every track
Excuse me while I self-destruct
The best at this rap shit
Can't yo tell by my presence
If you look for the God mc
I'm the one u reference
Whatever you do
Don't flex on me
Started out humble
But now da kids getting hungry
You really don't want to see me
When it comes to da bars
New mcs look up to me
Cuz I shine harder than the stars
Heard they want a feature
Hopefully they can afford it
My flows out of this world
mind still lost in orbit
Listen up rappers
You might want to obsorb this
Challenge me if you want to
You guaranteed to catch the business
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm the king of this rap shit
Gucci on my crown
Every single where im featured
I shut that mother fucker down
Hip hop is dying cuz
MC's no longer have souls
So eating these rap zombies
Is my mf goal
Excuse my cockyness
I was born to finesse
I leave these artists in distress
And beats under arrest
Still don't fuck with five-zero
But I leave all my Haters stunned
Once they hear my bars they're quick To realize that their out gunned
You know my shit bang
I ain't even loaded the clip
So if mcs decide to trip
I'll let my punchlines rip
RIP to my challengers
I'm like the angel of death
An if mcs want to try me
There won't be any of em left
Swear if artists want beef
They'll grasp I'm A-1
Chef Epic in da kitchen
Been in it since day one
Forget these unseasoned rappers
I season all, son
My drip is so rare
Even my haters say well done
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
I'm one of a kind
Still ain't reach my prime
My style blows your mind
Because it's lunch time
I leave these haters blind
They never seen my shine
On mcs I dine
Because it's lunch time
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Writer(s): Brandon Warren
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