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