Lucy

[Verse]
I guess I done fucked up nigga
I'm sick of dealing with these fuck niggas
Fraudulent, only front niggas
Tryna stunt but the truth is their just sus niggas
And I don't mean to be ignorant, but I call it like I see it
All this fake beef making me squeamish
If its not real, then I purge it once I eat it
Have you ever seen pieces?
Cause I only seen glimpses
It don't make me less or more of a man cause I'm not that narcissistic
I'm just being realistic
Give the paper graphite stained kisses
Got a girl but the studios a mistress
Recording is pleasure the product is business
Have you ever seen 5AM? 6AM? Like its replay?
Writing verses to vent but the truth is youre just mad at your DJ?
Sold my soul on eBay for some DMT got it back in three days
I would give these other rappers more leeway but egos got me feeling oh so meanly
So I took the leash off, spitting cheat codes
Toss a verse up like its nothing more than free throws
My roots less ill than illegal
But I try to do good don't you see oh oh oh
Transmit my discography to the stars
If you want life to respond from beyond the surface of mars

[Hook]
I Watched my homie smoke a Lucy
While I'm looking at the diamonds in the sky
Exhale the bad vibes profusely
Trying to take all the good into my life