Songtexte Lucious - Knucks , Kwengface

SRB separation confirmed
Coming up on uh, staging the burnout of these twin
Solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Carns Hill production
Hi, yeah

At the top on my own
Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah)
Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa)
That's how it's supposed to be (yeah)
I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa)
But now she postin' me (yeah)
If I ain't yet considered the GOAT
Then I'm close to be (yeah)

I must be (must)
Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah)
Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey)
Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me
Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck)
These yutes all like to discuss me
No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah)
If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly

Yo
I was on the roof like Bruce in Gotham
Watchin', seein' how the music bustin'
Sellin' units, now they move in dozens
Bare of these yutes tryna prove we cousins (wait)
Hold on, family
You ain't show face at the do's and functions (what?)
New Twitter space and a new discussion
Comin' like Adz when I slew and cuff 'em (nothin')

It's cool, it's nothin'
He's bluffin', I read that clear
Call that bluff and leave 'em in tears
I'll leave man's company in arrears (hey)
Ain't dropped no music in years
I'll take man's spot like musical chairs
They ain't even stopped the tune, that ain't fair

But who really cares? (No one)
Baby, it's Mr. Fring
18K on my wrist and ring
Manna get laid when I lift my chin (hey)
Babe, I don't miss a thing
Top of the mornin' to ya, that's what I say when I'm listenin' in
So many take in my songs like grub (yeah)
That man try savour my shit in cling (ayy)
I been

At the top on my own (ayy)
Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah)
Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa)
That's how it's supposed to be (yeah)
I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa)
But now she postin' me (yeah)
If I ain't yet considered the GOAT
Then I'm close to be (yeah)

I must be (must)
Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah)
Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey)
Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me
Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck)
These yutes all like to discuss me
No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah)
If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly

Yo, look
G lock on my waist where it's supposed to be
These niggas competin'
Couldn't complete it, couldn't get close to me (never)
Every time I done me a drill
Left my phone and I took off my rosary (true)
Fucked this bitch so hard, baby girl proposed to me (come here)
Look

If I bring that star to your hood
I can see the opp boys doin' up strides (run up)
I can never be like them man there
Them man just tellin' them lies (nope)
I got a distinctive voice
So I can't say a word when I go on them glides (true)
I heard certain man are washed in jail just smokin' spice ('low it)

Look, step 'round there like di-di-dip (yeah-yeah)
Do it like Lookman, flow, man's dribblin' (yeah-yeah)
Brown skin ting on my dick, she's dribblin'
Anythin' brr-brr, drillin' it
This music ting, man's killin' it
And your girl's insides, yeah, man's fillin' it
Them opp boy zoots, man's hittin' it
Swing it to her, got her hittin' it
Yeah

At the top on my own (ayy)
Right where I'm supposed to be (yeah)
Labels tryna offer me dough (whoa)
That's how it's supposed to be (yeah)
I was like, "cute" right under her post (whoa)
But now she postin' me (yeah)
If I ain't yet considered the GOAT
Then I'm close to be (yeah)

I must be (must)
Stand-up guy, you can trust me (whoa, yeah)
Mandem lyin' like Jussie (hey)
Catch me in a lie, you can cuff me
Fuck it (whoa), Lucious Lyon on fuckery (fuck)
These yutes all like to discuss me
No suit and tie, you can buck me (yeah)
If you're gonna use my lines, do it properly (yo)