(Intro)
This flow is ill, this flow is ill right here
Adams Fam
[Vast Aire]
You better watch my blade, speak the truth
I bring the pain like Method
Better yet a wisdom tooth
You been miseducated, your style's outdated
You need to regroup, I'mma rap cyclone
I'm tired of clones
You better get ten feet away, one size own
Flip 'em the bird, flesh from the chrome
You got three feet of space and I'll crack ya dome
Six minutes, Vast Aire is on
And the party don't stop till we see daylight
That's about six a.m
When you falling out the bar with ya next of kin
Where should we begin
I got the yac, he brought the gin
Now I'm seeing intruders like the Gods of crimson
Style's so sick, you need tea with lemon
(Hook) 2x
This is that Lunch Room Rap that the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money; ain't about money
This flow is ill, this flow is ill right here
Adams Fam
[Vast Aire]
You better watch my blade, speak the truth
I bring the pain like Method
Better yet a wisdom tooth
You been miseducated, your style's outdated
You need to regroup, I'mma rap cyclone
I'm tired of clones
You better get ten feet away, one size own
Flip 'em the bird, flesh from the chrome
You got three feet of space and I'll crack ya dome
Six minutes, Vast Aire is on
And the party don't stop till we see daylight
That's about six a.m
When you falling out the bar with ya next of kin
Where should we begin
I got the yac, he brought the gin
Now I'm seeing intruders like the Gods of crimson
Style's so sick, you need tea with lemon
(Hook) 2x
This is that Lunch Room Rap that the b-boy's holla
It ain't about money cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money cuz we all make dollars
Ain't about money; ain't about money
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