Lunchbox The Jet Age of Tomorrow (Ft. Jay Cue & Vince Staples)

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
Good morning, say hello to the asshole
I guess I must have smoked all the crack that my dad sold
Epar boy ramshackin them fat hoes
I can't be taught shit, showin the class closed, so closed case
So based, but so calm, I'm old Ma$e
Reason bitches get to heavy breathin in a closed space
Fiendin for these lifelong dreams steam from old hate
And throwin Sprewells on a fuckin Acura TL (uh)
Bitch we monster mobbin, ignorant as Compton College graduates
You faggot bitches pay attention
Since my seven grade suspensions, I've been on some "Fuck religion!"
I believe in me, stackin money up, and fuckin bitches, who agrees ?
Truthfully, you're bringin' out the Kill Bill 2 in me
Dennis Hooper shoot a nigga, welcome to my +Hoosier+ speech
Kill 'em when I'm spittin, you should bring a quart or two of bleach
Don't want to leave a messy scene cause presentation's everything
Play hard as gay baseballers
Haitian, large enough to shake Harlem
Red carpet stained from blood of my enemies
I treat em' like they Kennedys, hope that you remember me
Swag

[Hook: Jay Cue]
Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox
Treat you niggers like my dinner welcome to my lunchbox
Roast you on a flaming ember then you're in my lunchbox
Appetite growing bigger so you're in my lunchbox (lunchbox) lunchbox
Welcome to my lunchbox