L*cas

Verse 1) Pull up in the whip, yeah, you know I’m flexin’, Lucas in the back, man, he always stressin’. Talkin’ big game, but he ain't on my level, Catch me in the streets, I’m the realest rebel. (Verse 2) Money in my pocket, got that grimey ambition, Lucas wanna hate, but he lacks the vision. Rollin’ with the squad, we don’t play no games, He just a ghost, man, I’m makin’ names. (Verse 3) Countin’ up the bands, while he chillin’ in the mist, Sippin’ on that lean, yeah, you know he can’t resist. Actin’ like a boss, but he ain't got the clout, Fuck Lucas, he a bitch, man, that’s what I’m about. (Verse 4) Shadows in the night, yeah, we lurk and creep, While he’s in the corner, man, he can’t even sleep. Real ones in the game, we don’t play pretend, Lucas in the dust, yeah, this is where it ends.