[Intro] Pull up to the spot like (yeah) Tires crunch shells in the sand (skrrt) Gold on my wrist, that tan But I’m just eatin’ lunch with my old man (what?) [Chorus] Lunch with my dad, that’s a trap-date Fork in my fist like a switchblade Plate full of heat, talk big game But we pray over food, then we raise Cain Lunch with my dad, that’s a mob meet Napkin tucked in, but the talk street Eyes on the door, back to the wall Break bread, bloodline, stand tall [Verse 1] He got grease on his hands from the workday I got ink on my skin from the wordplay He say, “Boy, you hard” through a smirk face “Just don’t let that hard turn to court dates” Gator on my hat, boots muddy from the backroad He still got a pager in the truck, that’s the old code Pass the hot sauce, eyes cold when the cash fold “Family first,” that’s the only thing we stacked for He chewin’ slow while I’m scrollin’ through the numbers He say, “Look up, storms really teach thunder” Waffle House wisdom in a deep summer Whole booth feel like a meetin’ with a big gunner [Chorus] Lunch with my dad, that’s a trap-date Fork in my fist like a switchblade Plate full of heat, talk big game But we pray over food, then we raise Cain Lunch with my dad, that’s a mob meet Napkin tucked in, but the talk street Eyes on the door, back to the wall Break bread, bloodline, stand tall [Verse 2] He don’t flex, but the scars say plenty Talking ’bout days when the tank on empty “Kept the lights on off faith and a twenty So don’t you act soft ’cause the chain look heavy” We pass fries back and forth like a handshake He say, “Loyalty’s the only thing that can’t fake” “Keep your shoes clean, keep your word straight And if they touch kin, make the whole earth shake” Tea in his glass, I’m on that lemonade Both sweet, both bitter from the price paid He laugh when I brag ’bout the tour dates “Just remember this booth when the floor shake” [Chorus] Lunch with my dad, that’s a trap-date Fork in my fist like a switchblade Plate full of heat, talk big game But we pray over food, then we raise Cain Lunch with my dad, that’s a mob meet Napkin tucked in, but the talk street Eyes on the door, back to the wall Break bread, bloodline, stand tall [Bridge] Whole world wild, but the check split even (even) Tip on the table, that’s thanks for the season He stand first, I stand too, no leavin’ Hug in the lot, then we slide, both breathin’ (skrrt) [Chorus] Lunch with my dad, that’s a trap-date Fork in my fist like a switchblade Plate full of heat, talk big game But we pray over food, then we raise Cain Lunch with my dad, that’s a mob meet Napkin tucked in, but the talk street Eyes on the door, back to the wall Break bread, bloodline, stand tall
