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The Jet Age Of Tomorrow

Lunchbox (feat. Vince Staples & Jq)

Good morning say hello to the asshole
I guess I musta smoked all the crack that my dad sold
Epar boy ramshackin' the fat hoes
Can't be taught shit, showed when the class closed so closed case
So based but so calm I'm old mase
The reason bitches get to heavy breathin in a closed space
Feenin' for these lifelong dreams stemmed from old hate
And throwin sprewells on a fuckin' Acura TL
Bitch we monster mobbin' ignorant as Compton college
Graduates you faggot bitches pay attention
Since my 7th grade suspensions I been on some fuck religion
I believe in me, stacking money up and fucking bitches who agrees
Truthfuly you bringing out the Kill Bill 2 in me
Dennis hooper shooter nigga welcome to my hoosiers speach
Killin when I'm spittin you should bring a quart or two of bleach
Dont wanna leave a messy scene, cause presentation's everything
Play hard as gay baseballers
Hatian, large enough to shake Harlem
Red carpet, stained from blood of my enemies
I treated like the Kennedys, hope that you remember me, swag

Treat you niggas like my dinner, welcome to my lunchbox
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Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox
Lunchbox, welcome to my lunchbox

As my hunger grows in capacity
Citizens scatter rapidly, in front of and after me
But you can not be mad at me, cause it would be a tragedy
To hear the blasphemy of saying this is not a masterpiece
So please just, ease up 'fore you are surrounded
By so many Pyramids you'd think it's Egypt
So go ahead step in our path
While we do a fuckin' hundred with our foot on the gas, bitch
You lowly residents are merely just a pestilence
So tell me what a peasant is compared to my excellence
Yeah, that's absolutely nada
You niggas couldn't kick it if I started playin' soccer
How you gon' stop a, nigga spittin' lava
Over beats fatter than sumos eatin' pasta with lobster
Be careful if your mouth begins to pop
Murder won't be considered I'll just drop you in the box