Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?!")
All your fans getting tired of them lies (Where da truth at?!)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints (Yellin', "WHO DAT?!")
I'm the best in this f*cking game (But you haters already knew dat)
Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)
All these rappers would be better off as actors (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack my swagger (why you do dat?!)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me gon get battered (sweet tooth ass!)
See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother f*cking money
Get a pretty f*cking penny
Be the best in the f*cking game
Paint a pretty f*cking painting
Yeah, do this shit like monet
Then beat it like Billie Jean
What the f*ck is there left to say?
Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water
My nigga, what the f*ck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
And I don't mean like drake
Cause...
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was lusting for Lucy because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because I thought it was bold
I almost lost my f*cking mind after I lost my control
Oh, precious depression, It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome and laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes resided closer to home
Lessons were not being taught, like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth, and that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed, so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money, drugs and f*ckin' these whores - ugh!
Yeah, we were far less informed so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money drugs and f*cking these whores, and
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
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Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?!")
All your fans getting tired of them lies (Where da truth at?!)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints (Yellin', "WHO DAT?!")
I'm the best in this f*cking game (But you haters already knew dat)
Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)
All these rappers would be better off as actors (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack my swagger (why you do dat?!)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me gon get battered (sweet tooth ass!)
See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother f*cking money
Get a pretty f*cking penny
Be the best in the f*cking game
Paint a pretty f*cking painting
Yeah, do this shit like monet
Then beat it like Billie Jean
What the f*ck is there left to say?
Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water
My nigga, what the f*ck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
And I don't mean like drake
Cause...
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was lusting for Lucy because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because I thought it was bold
I almost lost my f*cking mind after I lost my control
Oh, precious depression, It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome and laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes resided closer to home
Lessons were not being taught, like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth, and that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed, so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money, drugs and f*ckin' these whores - ugh!
Yeah, we were far less informed so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money drugs and f*cking these whores, and
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?!")
All your fans getting tired of them lies (Where da truth at?!)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints (Yellin', "WHO DAT?!")
I'm the best in this f*cking game (But you haters already knew dat)
Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)
All these rappers would be better off as actors (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack my swagger (why you do dat?!)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me gon get battered (sweet tooth ass!)
See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother f*cking money
Get a pretty f*cking penny
Be the best in the f*cking game
Paint a pretty f*cking painting
Yeah, do this shit like monet
Then beat it like Billie Jean
What the f*ck is there left to say?
Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water
My nigga, what the f*ck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
And I don't mean like drake
Cause...
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was lusting for Lucy because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because I thought it was bold
I almost lost my f*cking mind after I lost my control
Oh, precious depression, It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome and laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes resided closer to home
Lessons were not being taught, like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth, and that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed, so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money, drugs and f*ckin' these whores - ugh!
Yeah, we were far less informed so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money drugs and f*cking these whores, and
Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me
Writer: Rodman Shah
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