Grammy Dreams on a Ramen Noodle Budget

Grammy Dreams on a Ramen Noodle Budget Verse 1: It's the Kings of the Buffet, Lunchbox and Panda, Dreamin' 'bout the stage, gold chains and the glow of the camera, We livin' off ramen, but our vision’s expansive, Plotting on a scheme to break out, take that chance, bruh. Stackin' pennies like we 'bout to make a fortune, Homies laughin' now, but we’ll flip the script, extortion, In the hood, we grind, hustlin’ like it’s sportin’, Got the fire in our hearts, can't ignore this, we’re pourin’. Chorus: Grammy dreams on a ramen noodle budget, Flexin' hard, but man, we barely touch it, Bitches doubted us, callin' us the underdogs, Now we spittin' flames, no time for your catalogs. Verse 2: Lunchbox got the genius plan, hit the beat like a drum, Write it raw, spit it hard, let the lyrics come, Panda on the hooks, man, we rising like the sun, Turnin’ struggle into hustle, never countin' what we’ve done. We in the lab, cookin’ tracks like crack, Poppin' off these bars, watch these haters all react, Thuggin’ through the night, keep our minds on the stacks, Manifestin’ dreams, ain't no room for lookin’ back. Chorus: Grammy dreams on a ramen noodle budget, Flexin' hard, but man, we barely touch it, Bitches doubted us, callin' us the underdogs, Now we spittin' flames, no time for your catalogs. Verse 3: Every line we write is like a brick to the wall, Grit and grind, we rise, never fearin' that fall, Dodgin’ all the haters, we just ballin’ through the brawl, In the streets, we the kings, got that hunger, hear our call. We flip the struggle, make it gold, watch it shine, From the gutter to the Grammy, like we’re dancin’ on a dime, Ain't no ramen in our future, we gon’ hustle, we gon’ climb, Lunchbox and Panda, takin’ what's ours, bitches, it’s prime time. Chorus: Grammy dreams on a ramen noodle budget, Flexin' hard, but man, we barely touch it, Bitches doubted us, callin' us the underdogs, Now we spittin' flames, no time for your catalogs. Outro: So watch us rise, bitches, from the slums to the glory, Lunchbox and Panda, fuck the doubt, we tell our story, Ramen noodle kings, but we dreamin' of that fame, Grinding for the grammy, watch us blow up the game. It’s our time to shine, never fallin’ to the pain, From a ramen noodle budget, we gon’ break every chain.