Slimeroni - Lunch Tables

Lunch tables desks lockers
Used to pluck the rich white kids that played soccer
Fuck a lunch bring pencils both wooden and mechanical
All the teachers used to look at us like some animals
Desks lockers lunch tables
When i was growing up I aint have no cable
Seen crackheads on the daily
When i used to go to the candy lady

My nigga bring the pencils and i bring the heat
I let him start it off then i hop on the beat
Slide in the line make sure you got your bread up
Gotta choose between the pizza and the sticks with mozzarella
Fresh meat on the block guess who thats me
Bout the baddest dark skin that you ever did see
Only 14 and i already had the juice
I ain't even have no hips no boobs or a caboose
Bitches hated me up until i was a junior
Trynna trash my reputation by spreading messy rumors
Did my dirt as a youngin I aint even gone lie
But it gets to a point tired of seeing ya mama cry
Every other friday put a nigga in detention
Always hated school so i never payed attention
Pressure from the fam so i started smoking pressure
Got my diploma I finessed all my professors

Lunch tables study hall
Sleep on the desk and doodle on the wall
Used to skip class and mob in the hall
Don't ever underestimate the underdog
Prom night graduation
Making it to 18 was not my expectation
My past almost killed me but im still here
Thats the main reason I aint got no fear

People back then qould've sworn I'll be nothing
I still aint shit but now I'm kind of something
Used to get teased over stupid shit
Now they the same bitches that will bump my shit
Its slime when you address me dont nan nigga impress me
I school niggas Grade Skool my tide high get a wade pool
My mama said she can't live without me
So why the fuck do i care if y'all doubt me
I'm the one thats applying all the pressure
Let God take control like I'm riding in a Tesla
Folks broke me down to the ground into rubble
Now you see that the kid popping Double Bubble
Fly rapper chick I'm a walking triple threat
Everyday i ball hitting nothing but the net
A whole lotta chit chat about who's next
And not enough chit chat about who's best

Lunch tables desks lockers
Used to pluck the rich white kids that played soccer
Fuck a lunch bring pencils both wooden and mechanical
All the teaches used to look at us like some animals
Desk lockers lunch tables
When i was growing up I aint have no cable
Seen crackheads on the daily
When i used to go to the candy lady
Lunch tables study hall
Sleep on the desk and doodle on the wall
Used to skip class and mob in the hall
Don't ever underestimate the underdog
Prom night graduation
Making it to 18 was not my expectation
My past almost killed me but im still here
Thats the main reason I aint got no fear

Written by:
aja canyon

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