Feelin' Like Luke

Fuck coke, rock, or the variants
I'm a burner for the pot
Drop Mary in Game or the Op
Hip-Hop I'm burying
Feelin like Luke, gotta flip narratives
Gone ship the ferry in
Ride through the Styx in a Jeep, bump Barrington
On 36, Levi leather, black heavy Timbs
This black shirt look good on my melanin
This Backwood packed good, I'm telling 'em
Backwood packed full of that kush
Sometimes, gotta light a L, 'fore I lose it
This that Southern Yardie Yankee Jalopi Music
Gone get high while you riding and vibing to it
Now you can pop pussy or pop lock to it
And I'm too intuitive
Just started doing this
Yet I'm so fluent in it
I was never new to this, ha
Bitch I'll hit the interstate
East, West, North, South
Either or, got a blunt for all 4 routes
That's the high way I take
Young K wit the high fade
Top twisted like Bombay
And kush, mixed in ya system
Crank it to the max til ya damn amp blow, bombs away
If you with it, better come quick nigga

Cuz ya boy get gone like Bron to LA, hol up

"Focus on space, nigga. The United States of SPACE, cuz I ain't stoppin' at the moon. Write this down: M-A-R-S. Mars, bitches. THAT'S where we are going. Mars! RED ROCKS!"

I could be back in the Bay, where my namesake lay
Or race to the A with the quickest of pace
I could lace these blues like a blunt or a shoe
With affronts so smooth, I'm a hot fine tooth
Through naps, I move through the stacks
We all wanna thumb through
Have it much deeper in the check,
In the cash than a foot in a fuckin' 95 Air Max
Nigga, who's next?
Niggas just rap 'bout rep
Each track, I trek through the stars
Swear I just touched down back from Mars
Puffing on a stuffed 'gar
Looking like a lil black finger
My nigga roll these like god--DAMN
Choke on the dro when you cough
In my hand is another one rolled up
Pour up Hennessey in Solo cups til ya throwed, bruh
Like a Javelin with a dagger on the end
Pass like Nash to the back
Then let a beat blast like a rocket in the atmosphere
Keep the door closed like I'm tryna smash in here

Can't breathe, I need an O2 mask in here
I drop audio coke straight to yo ear
Won't stop til, like Hulk, I'm a smash this year
Trust this, ain't a fuckin' rapper that I fear
I'mma shit on every single likkle track

"Wake the town and tell the people!"