Isaiah Rashad's track delves into his personal journey and the struggles of achieving success amidst adversity. The repeated phrase "meal ticket, ticket" symbolizes his pursuit of financial stability and success, a common theme in many people's lives. Through vivid imagery, he reflects on his experiences from the streets to the stage, emphasizing resilience and self-reliance. His references to family and community highlight the importance of roots and support systems in one's quest for a better life. Overall, Rashad portrays both the hardships and triumphs that come with striving for prosperity while staying true to oneself.
Free Lunch
Lyrics
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
The flow is good, the hoe is good, the show is good, you know it scrub
Cool as me out front the Kanku's store, kinfolk you know it's love
Clean as Tide, Aveeno, Head & Shoulders, hoe you know it, scrub
Shoutout to my kinfolk, just got on that Coca-Cola, scrub
Watch my pole vault and my go-kart, this might get away as fuck
In my hood we call it buck, fuck 'bout what you think of me
All my hoes be nines and dimes, all she want is chicken grease
All you know is what your mammy taught you, 'bout the surface, get your
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, come up, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
The trunk was full, the ride was long, the cop was cool, we smoked in peace
Ain't we dem to move an ATM, might buy the atrium
Where you Zay? Highway 58 at my cousin house
Nowadays I like to bring my nephews and my budget out
I come from where you can't suck my dick and leave my cousin out
In my hood we call it clout, fuck 'bout what you think of me
All my hoes be nines and dimes, all she want is chicken grease
All you know is what your mammy taught you, 'bout the surface, get your
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Meal ticket, ticket, meal ticket, ticket, comma, uh
Steel in my liver, real niggas in my condom
Phil hit me back, filled this one with a powder pack
Pill bring me back, feel this one out in California
Today was a keeper
I lost my heroes a long time ago, time ago
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way away, way
They gon' bring you down and burn you out and fade away, way
Writer(s): Isaiah McClain, Cameron Osteen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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