Video Lunch Break Freestyle de The Alchemist 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

The Alchemist - Lunch Break Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro: LOTTO]
Yo, yo, what's that word?
It's LOTTO, and we live from Chicago at the Lyrical Lemonade HQ
We got Lil Yachty, we got the Concrete Boys in the building
Let's get into this freestyle

[Part I]

[Intro]
By the way, um
This first beat is produced by The Alchemist, so

[Verse]
Fortunately the hate gets me farther, they gave me my flowers, then filled the vase up with saltwater
African mined diamonds for my angelic daughter
I can't get caught in time, my life shall soon be slaughtered
Not today, the timing's off
My shoes are brought from Senegal, my neighborhood had politics
Blue and red, no CNN to let you know the right from wrongs
But that ain't what y'all care about, rather someone air it out
Until someone get aired out
And then the air is filled with doubt, my love life is not extensive
Thoughts inside my head are brought to life, what keep me apprehensive
Thoughts around my bed hang long enough, they all get expensive
High milligram inside the meds'll keep the boy attentive
I scan all around the room, not a thing done
But I hear all around the room what I shoulda did
I should've listened to them niggas on the internet
But if I did, I'd probably would be involuntary abstinent
I don't understand, since when niggas get so perfect?
Judging me, but life ain't worth it, in real time they lead the circus
Below the surface I think something lingers, deep and down within
Maybe childhood-like traumas, gettin' bullied by your friends
So you change your profile pictures and you proceed to stalk your man
Men you'll never meet, men you probably love, but love don't get attention
So you proceed to hate, that get you likes, so that becomes your fate
Your presence becomes fake, your morals are at stake, lil' dude
Just 'cause y'all miserable, my food, you cannot take lil' dude
I do get overweight, it's greed all on my face, lil' dude
I do love spoilin' women, rumors are not fake, lil' dude
Narratives about me tickle me, that's not the way, lil' dude
[Part II]

[Intro]
Niggas doin' too much talkin' from the goddamn sidelines, you feel me?
You gon treat this shit like the PJ, nigga, shut the fuck up on the sidelines
Don't talk when the ballers is playin'

[Verse]
No way these hoes still follow y'all after all the shit y'all talk online
Arguin' with yourself, like a bitch, you niggas fried
Ain't no knockin' on wood, fuck your loved ones, you need to die
Y'all the type to teach y'all kings, [?] point up high, huh
I'm the type don't speak on shit, my twenty ounce hold a five
I'm buyin' out cars, they all brand new, I barely could drive
Even on hard wood with Nike socks, you wouldn't slide
Even at half price, this Bottega coat, you couldn't buy
Stop callin' them boys your opps, y'all folks just don't see eye-to-eye
My Glock, known to always be under my pants like Calvin Klein's
Real bachelor, should've got my degree over there at DeVry
Go out tellin' them folks you beat your bitch, that shit ain't fire
Every single day, niggas ask for help, but what 'bout I?
Like, I don't need that shit, niggas couldn't give it to me if they tried
Keep two bad hoes, one I fuck, one set up guys
Doggie scale so much, all the bros just call him Plies
He ain't never seen how [?] came to let you slide
Real trailblazin', not one of my dawgs, can I decline? Ayy
Been fucked up, been live, ho set me up, she must wanna die
She must ain't know how to kill herself and need someone else to try
Niggas think this shit sweet, well, I can't wait to show off my tithes
Did too much for dog to play on my name, this ain't 'bout pride
Before, I had four L's said in my name, I dodged a lot
If I can't pay your bills and support your thrifts, you'll still be mine
My daughter like sublime
How many years in this shit? And I still ain't reach my prime
The way y'all ride rockets and tryna be me should be a crime
I'm tryna accept the fact y'all dick-suckers, but it take time
In a nutshell, I'm rich as hell, I ain't standin' in no lines
If you scope from across the Lake, you see me fucking, ain't no blinds
Put the Rolls Royce anywhere, got fifty fines, but it's all fine
Postin' them pyramids, geeked on X, damn near cryin'
This Quagen taste so good, my kid got me down to put the cup down
I understand you know how to flex 'bout 2016, but you wasn't around
In the [?] Pyramids, can't catch me lackin' in no lounge
My thick bitch brown, my new bitch tan, I look like the Cleveland Browns
Niggas claim they king, they teeth hurt, the only time they get crowned
All this ice on me, this shit, thought I'd probably drown
[Outro]
It's us
Yeah, man, it's the Lyrical Concrete family, man
Niggas know it's us 'til the dawn and dust
Got fifty cars in the lot, man, I lost the keys, I lose the keys
Every time I pick whichever key I can find, you know what I'm sayin'?
It ain't done, man, we got fifty keys, you know though
All of 'em on E, no gas in them bitches
Fifty hoes in the house, we ain't payin' them bitches
Get a job, bitch, get a degree, you know what I'm sayin'?
If you hate me, I love
Regardless, so, mwah