Lucille

[Intro]
(Skukuuu)
Yo!
Ayo watch it let me drop some bars on this motherfucker imma let this shit rain dog
Straight through, I hope he could keep up with this shit...

Yo matterfact pass me the shit Negan used in the walking dead man
Let me do this shit quick and easy
Fuck the bars let’s knock em hard

Look

[Verse]
If imma do it, imma do it how it’s supposed to be done/
Approach with a gun, and a couple folks posted in front/
So what if he’s minds gone, his body goes in the trunk/
Im a lion and you my son, you was supposed’ to be lunch/
I be looking at top 5’s
That’s where my groceries from/
They thinking they got guys
Because there socially plugged/
More curi’ (Mercury) bout what they sat on (Saturn), the bullshit and how they plan it (planet) , they trying to intervene us (enter Venus) we to close to the sun/
Rolling deep but we be posted as one/
Exposing this cunt, living with your regrets as if you voted for Trump/
I ain’t spiting gold bars because it goes with the fronts/
It flows from my lungs, I’m from The Bronx, it grows in my blood/
You see
The rap liking of a black Viking/
I slap so call titans so on point that I attract lightning/
I been fly I know where Amelia’s crash site is/
I been sick, they give me dap hope I pass virus/

Where I’m from some people know “Dreams” when they snooze/
Don’t believe in themselves but there be leaf (belief) in the spliff/
In the islands, some only know “passion” as a fruit/
Only difference with you is it got seeds when it splits/
I put one hand up on my hip
And I’m the reason they dip/
My homies pull up with the stick
Like they Rafiki and shit/
Like this one dude, who confused
His feet for his lip/
I took his freedom of speech and had him pleading the 5th/
See
You know what the gang bout/
Should tell your guys to stand down/
They guns empty, triggers sound like they lighters ran out/
Honestly, copy cats and the wanna Be’s where the drama stand/
Morherfuckers out here biding (biting) more than Obama’s man/

On my level?! Check the game that your on/
I’m more ruthless than Boston when babe came to the Bronx/
I’m Hannibal lecture fuck your name I put your face in a song/
They claim to fame is my name but they be saying it wrong/
Like porters practically practicing/
Packing portraits of passionate
People posing as practitioners
Preaching portions of passages/
Porter’s the person to peep and pretend to be/
People depend on me, people put the peep hole through enemy/ yea
Approaching Porter but Porters no Opportunity/
Points up like porzingis, your now locked in porters parentheses/ uh

Bow, bow, bow, thou shalt bow down /
Try to get in my way better react like that cow sound/

You won’t be catching me
Dressing like assassins creed/
I be armed but I be packing sleeves/
I’m in the Bronx where there’s AR15 & Magazines/
This “Call of Duty”
Will make your crew be
A pack of seeds/

Fuck around and you’ll be Caspered for Real/
Motherfuckers couldn’t check me even after the meal/
Try to get away with stepping?
Gotta move faster to steal/
Running circles round this bastard, I done mastered the wheel/
(Fortune)ate to get Him pissed off/
Missed the bus like he Kriss kross/
Got his shorty in this car/
Ain’t know we’d take it this far/
Feeling up on the glory
Above and beyond I lift off/
Telling me Toy stories and showing me where her Pic’s are (Pixar) /
He seen his bitch, Dawg-/
Jaw drop like jigsaw/
I put the spray on all of your bitches until your ticked off/
Flea!
You really want it with me?! It’s hard to own up/
I leave your face Messi like you playing Barcelona/

It’s wreckhouse on the road to rode island to fuck your home up/
Watch it burn with a big bag of IV and an Arizona/
Dressing like “Mama said knock you out” so it’s now a coma/
While your shorty back stage getting down, giving out diplomas/

Here, commit your suicide
Pop shit
Hop bridge/
Shot wig
Pop things...something toxic
Cut wrist
Knot slip/
Fans think you got this
But that's just gossip/
You just let them suck your dick and then you hops on hopsins/
See
I could keep going till your picking up teeth/
It’s safe to believe, that you ain’t got a trick up your sleeve/
That cipher, we shut you up, don’t even slip up and breath/
Me and Kaj like two wolves up in a kitchen with sheep/

You food nigga
You been food from day one