LUC - Piano Work

Green beam on the glock, shit remind me of yoda
I up it and fold me a nigga like yoga
I don't feel bad, finesse a Nigga out his bag
He ain't ballin' enough, Dennis Schroeder
She rode me till the wheels gone, need a new motor
Slam dunk in yo hoe, I put her on a poster
Nigga I'm having drip someone pass me a coaster
Niggas ain't having motion even on a rollercoaster
I was down bad, in my head like I know it's over
I just had to wait, got my time and my grind right
Bitches come out they clothes just cause I rhyme nice
She might do anything, treat the check like a Klondike
Treat the beat like it's Tina, it's obvious I'm Ike
In the same sense sometimes shit gets the best of me
Don't think this shit sweet, cause I say funny shit on beats
I still keep a tec like the ref with me
I keep a tec like I'm draymond
Twenty three shots like I'm James Bond
Ain't nobody wrestling
But if he my size, I might beat em like Popeye
Yeah, the green is my specialty
I'm still getting better, don't know what my best gon be
I think I can pull this rap shit off successfully
Tryna show my folks a better place like immigration
Can't sit at the table without an invitation
They brought out the Za I need some ventilation
Handy Manny with tools if we got some complications
Might call up the gang like "we got a situation"
Can't speak on it, if I don't know the situation
Everyday I do me, don't know why niggas hatin
If it's one thing life taught me, gotta have some patience
Damn, she screaming at me Otp like she need representatives
I'm in her mouth, this a dentist apprenticeship
I can't be yo man, but I need all the benefits
Big words, like I graduated Benedict
Big Bird, yellow diamonds dancing, glistening
Pockets on Oscar, I'm all about the Benjamin's
You a lame if you happy hearing niggas sentencing
Talking so fast hard to tell when my sentence end
Luc in the thesaurus, under real nigga synonyms
Shake the game up like a handful of M and Ms
No car, walking 8 miles, no Eminem
When they had more than me, still didn't envy them
Same hoes that dissed me, turned into they MCM
Life is a gamble, live mine like the MGM
Like one Glock ain't enough, fucked around and bought six of them
Rick owens on me, them hoes look like big converse
Extended mag on me, they gon' need a long hearse
Put him and his gang in a pack like some star burst
Growing up was hard, but now I understand hard work
Know you wanna ball, but you gotta start first
My life wasn't good, somebody got it far worse
Tryna do anything, does wishing on a star work?
Eleven eleven, shit I done made hella wishes
Standing on morals done fell out with plenty niggas
I can't stand a bitch who gon always go play the victim
Rich nigga syndrome, I think I can feel the symptoms
Balling like NBA 2K the gold edition
How you get the money then I see yo team go missing?
Gon divide up the racks but I still need to see addition
My brothers rap too, shit something like new edition

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Need a vert, in the middle of traffic look up in the roof missing
In the booth spitting like I got a tooth missing
Nigga talk down, the next day Nigga you missing
Hop in the yo and cook up I'll turn Barri's to Luc's Kitchen
I gotta die rich I ain't worried bout who didn't
Gotta get mine ain't worried bout who finished
Gotta blow on the mic, this shit hot like the soup kitchen

Written by:
Lucus Canty

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