Freestyle

Yo Luca don't really know ya, but you're kind on social media, I need to meet ya, same to my fans, but if you're a hater I will spit bars worse, you know if I record them cos I say see ya later, you disgrace my name Pixie or Kayleigh, then I get excited to.... unleash the inner beast I never used to have a beat, many years ago try the age of three, growing up with poetry, haters bothering me, they didn't stop me in nursery, Luca do you only see that the rythmes run through my genes. Not like most that just look at a screen, high standards they say I'm not clean, I wash everyday of the week, not like Becky fishy like the sea. These haters make me late Luca who inspires you? Drake? Are you a fan? Are you fake? should I quit the game? Cos lately I don't know what to do, or say when these haters chat bad about my name, just face it you're never gonna have the fame, you're stuck in a maze cos you're fake. I've been singing and rapping down the lanes, walking home in the rain, I think my fans are fake, but it's just another broken thought in my brain, so much pain, bad energy I won't stay A Boogie and Juice are keeping me sane everyday ayyy.