On a Wave/Packed Lunch

Ayo, my mic stand is leaning like shit but I don't give a fuck let's go... Ah! There's a couple niggas prayin' my winnin' will stop I ain't got time to engage with finicky mobs No long talk, hold tongue, your chin will get rocked Me, I make your girl disappear, that's bippity-bop Long dick, she plays lickity split, lickity on No manners, foul mouth, darg, I want all the smoke Rule break, make plays, the one you can call the coach I never let my gloves down when I saw the ropes Eye on the prize, never swayed, never stalled the goal I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo, I'm on a wave on a, Uh, woo, I'm on a wave, on a I told Ruchea all you have to do is press play None of these niggas could ever touch me on their best day If I send shots, there'll be wounds, there'll be chest pains Put them in a box, send them left ways I stay steppin' over squares, this a chess game This is the blood-clart anthem, stick up, it's a ransom, Bumba-clart champion Glow in the dark, man, a lantern Send their location, burn 'em all, I'm on Santan-Dave Energy change, took a shift when I walked in the door Put a bold line through the tally, you chalk up the score No remorse, no expression on my face I run this here, double bows in my lace I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo, I'm on a wave, on a, uh, woo, I'm on a wave, on a You niggas talking takeover with snippets, I'm not convinced All these niggas releasing garbage, I'm just on top bins When I'm standing in the booth, all you're hearing is Glock clicks Lights out for them and over there, hit the off switch Kick back on this shooter, gives me locked wrist Plot twist, 'Talk Like That, I haven't dropped since I reap what I sow when I cross-stitch Both legs behind her head, Call it chopsticks I like a fly, mamacita with the soft lips Boy, I'm about the scuffle, I've got brass-knucks You man are lacklustre, could never catch up I'm going all around the world on you daft punks Eat peers, leave them in a box, that's a packed lunch Packed lunch. Feeling like I done it on my own Friends went Casper Turned all into ghosts Glass house shatter from the impact of the stone Gold crown tilts and I'm sitting on a throne now Off with their head, paying too much mind Ends up running up a debt Rather write a sentence and then sentence them to death Everything happens for a reason, word to Deb Word to Deb, running up a debt This is lit, everything went left All the fuckery, I'm so unfazed That I draw for the blade And I just begin to Chef