Lyrics Lucy - Osama bin Rodman

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

All my haters start'na look at me
Like, ("nigga, how you do dat?!")
All your fans getting tired of them lies (Where da truth at?!)
Tried to play me, but I run it like the saints (Yellin', "WHO DAT?!")
I'm the best in this fucking game (But you haters already knew dat)

Claiming "fact" like they ain't preachin to the pastor (nigga tru dat!)
All these rappers would be better off as actors (get a new act!)
Leather jackets, now they tryna jack my swagger (why you do dat?!)
Swear these faggots tryna beat me gon get battered (sweet tooth ass!)

See, I'm just tryna find a better way
To make this mother fucking money
Get a pretty fucking penny
Be the best in the fucking game
Paint a pretty fucking painting
Yeah, do this shit like monet
Then beat it like Billie Jean
What the fuck is there left to say?

Except I sold my soul to Lucy
Not the one you think
The one in the sky with diamonds
Nigga take that drink
That drip, that water
My nigga, what the fuck you say?
See, im the god of the 6
And I don't mean like drake
Cause...

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me

And in 2016 I almost sold my soul
See I was lusting for Lucy because I wanted some more
Doin' xannies and coca because I thought it was bold
I almost lost my fucking mind after I lost my control

Oh, precious depression, It had me grippin' the four
It got my people regressing blessings are being ignored
Almost put one in my dome and laid my brains on the floor
And then I realized that my woes resided closer to home

Lessons were not being taught, like a mental recession
Progression seemed like a myth, and that shit lies at the core
See, we were far less informed, so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money, drugs and fuckin' these whores - ugh!

Yeah, we were far less informed so by the time I was four
All I could think about was money drugs and fucking these whores, and

Lately, Lucy lusting after me
Taking note of all my dreams
Overtaking all I see
Lucy lusting after me