Racks In Class (Lunch Break Freestyle)

Uh, nigga, I was on my last

You ain't ever seen me cry, put the fuck shit right to the side and I went up fast

You ain't ever heard I lied, every last nigga tried me died, every bitch 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 trippin' off shit from my past

Grew up quick, I was livin' 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 oozin', I seen him bleedin', had me scared to take out the trash

I was eighteen in my hood, you ain't had no ride, I was slidin' in a two-door Jag'

Pullin' out racks in class, teacher tryna give me some ass

Leavin' a Glock in the back at my bitch house if I had to crash

And I ain't give a fuck 'bout jail, always made bail 'cause I had the cash

Couple friends out here, can't say where they at, used to fuck 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 niggas 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 gettin' 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 niggas fake as fuck, everybody eyes on me now that I'm papered up

Ain't nobody made me nothin', showed them niggas 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

Niggas sneak diss, I'm findin' out

But I can find out where they hidin' out

I ain't even sweatin', I'm in the sunyon, countin' up monyon while they dryin' out

Fuck-nigga keep wantin' to talk shit 'til we pull up, drench somethin', have 'em dyin' out

Yo' main bitch said you ain't no funyon, yeah, yo' ass doneyon, now she flyin' out

Represent the nine just like Three 6

Lil Herb was broke, G Herbo rich

I'm really that nigga, I went legit

Ain't never go outside to snitch

Man, you niggas be mad as shit, coulda been together, we had this shit

You boys my son, you down bad, I really got kids that's bad as shit

Had the plan and I was gon' master it, they ain't wanna stick to that and I'm glad

We hoppin' off the jet, gettin' bag

Hoppin' right back on the jet, gettin' 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 splashin', 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 chillin' all this year

Told lil' foe'nem, "Get out the trenches," man, they been killin' all this year

Take a few shots, then treat my thot like the opps, she leave in a wheelchair

Fuck the opps, I'm thinkin' like, "Drop the top," it's makin' me feel better

Talk to Gil and Mally some days on the phone, but I don't write them letters

I send Gilly cheddar, I send Mally 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'm gettin' mills', nigga

Swerv, let's get it

I was on my last, uh

Nigga, I was on my last, for real

No bap, big G Herbo, big Swerv

G Herbo, uh