Luncheon

Too many chiefs and not enough Indians
Outrageous times that we living in
Especially with all this killing we been dealing with
Can't even feel comfortable on a mission with your men

I done been there
If you asked me back then, by now I would've made it out
Somewhere exotic and tropical in a big ass house
Foreign whips pick up my kids when school let out

And that was about twenty years ago
Look how that shit turned out
In and out them jail cells I was crashing out
Smoking K two like Zaza I was burnt out

That was my old house, you can tell that I learned now
Ethel Lee shining down on me she love the way that I turned out
I still be luncheon though
That's why I told them don't play

Cause at the end of the day, they classify me as luncheon
And I know my mental not straight
My best advice to you is shut the fuck up, give me my space
And please don't disrespect me, I'll spit all in your face

I'm not chasing a bitch unless she got bank, I hope you get it
And I'm really not trying to be in a tank with you fishes
Back dooring your own people, boy you vicious
Wearing fingernail polish, boy you vicious

What
I was the nigga they say was luncheon, projected to be nothing
They ain't coming to see you Otis
I'm David Ruffin, Started With Nothing

They thought I was luncheon, the truth coming
Out y'all hate what I'm becoming
They say that I'm luncheon
But I know I'm not crazy

And my mistakes don't make me or break me
They say that I'm luncheon
She told her friends that I was a munch
The bitch luncheon

You better have a plan B if plan A was playing me
Trust in the process you gon' see
Or Suge Knight Death Row it's gon' be
Prayin' every night that you pussy niggas ain't on to me

On to me like an ornament on a Christmas tree
On to me like I'm Tim Duncan Ginóbili
Hopefully my next life they treat me nobly
Zoiie (Daddy)

They say that I'm luncheon