Daluckylunatic
I'm chilling, everyone else problems ain't my business
Y'all laughed in my face when my dad died, I ain't tripping
Sipping on slurricane so I don't feel a damn thang
A nigga so weird, can't even be apart of a gang
Sticking for chicken, in a farm, I get to picking
Took his shit, flip his shit, extra seasoning for the licking
Don't got time trynna kick it with bums who rob for crumbs
Dumb that intrigued by drums, I just speak from the love
That I got for rapping, moves that I do include jacking
Relaxing, macking shortys without using my backhand and
I'm cool with dudes that from LA to Baltimore
Fuck you thought, nigga tripping let bullets rip through your corduroy
Weirdos I avoid, good vibes I enjoy
Mom mad as fuck, don't know why I'm unemployed
But soon I'ma send bands to her account without a doubt
She gonna be rich while you complain about a drought
Quadjay doing shit
Smart shit, stupid shit
I can't lie, that guy is the lucky lunatic
Yea nigga yeah
I'm all that
I'm the type to sell you a key of flour and never call back
Your mans wanted to do something
He knew to fall back
30k is bigger than the average lost
What you call that
Damn...
It's finesse season
Fuck what everyone else talking about
This the best season
Nigga ain't bless me like last time
So that's the best reason
Try to say he know it's me
Now his head leaking
Could've been pistol whipped
But he got shot
You ain't a Superhero
Why you go for the glock
Fuck that nigga, search the wall
For that soft spot
Tap after tap, one punch
Nigga jackpot
The town can't have kingpins
Prefer robbing the plug
How you from Tulsa
Still nowhere close to being a thug
After pre-k was through
You started seeing me with guns
Know nigga that ran to Texas
Scared of seeing they son
See a Lex on the street
We know who with the work
Situation dirty
Snatching bricks out the bitches skirt
Try to jump off the porch
Face first hit the dirt
The town hot
Police be having sleepovers on 61st
Caught in a slumber
That fucked up my summer
So now it's winter, I'm hitting licks and I'm pulling bitches numbers
Nigga talk shit but I never stress it
Still connected
Well respected, North to South, Peoria street reppin
Y'all laughed in my face when my dad died, I ain't tripping
Sipping on slurricane so I don't feel a damn thang
A nigga so weird, can't even be apart of a gang
Sticking for chicken, in a farm, I get to picking
Took his shit, flip his shit, extra seasoning for the licking
Don't got time trynna kick it with bums who rob for crumbs
Dumb that intrigued by drums, I just speak from the love
That I got for rapping, moves that I do include jacking
Relaxing, macking shortys without using my backhand and
I'm cool with dudes that from LA to Baltimore
Fuck you thought, nigga tripping let bullets rip through your corduroy
Weirdos I avoid, good vibes I enjoy
Mom mad as fuck, don't know why I'm unemployed
But soon I'ma send bands to her account without a doubt
She gonna be rich while you complain about a drought
Quadjay doing shit
Smart shit, stupid shit
I can't lie, that guy is the lucky lunatic
Yea nigga yeah
I'm all that
I'm the type to sell you a key of flour and never call back
Your mans wanted to do something
He knew to fall back
30k is bigger than the average lost
What you call that
Damn...
It's finesse season
Fuck what everyone else talking about
This the best season
Nigga ain't bless me like last time
So that's the best reason
Try to say he know it's me
Now his head leaking
Could've been pistol whipped
But he got shot
You ain't a Superhero
Why you go for the glock
Fuck that nigga, search the wall
For that soft spot
Tap after tap, one punch
Nigga jackpot
The town can't have kingpins
Prefer robbing the plug
How you from Tulsa
Still nowhere close to being a thug
After pre-k was through
You started seeing me with guns
Know nigga that ran to Texas
Scared of seeing they son
See a Lex on the street
We know who with the work
Situation dirty
Snatching bricks out the bitches skirt
Try to jump off the porch
Face first hit the dirt
The town hot
Police be having sleepovers on 61st
Caught in a slumber
That fucked up my summer
So now it's winter, I'm hitting licks and I'm pulling bitches numbers
Nigga talk shit but I never stress it
Still connected
Well respected, North to South, Peoria street reppin
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Writer(s): Johnathan King
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