Luccas - Osiris

★ Intro ★
Hokahey!

★ Verse 1 ★
I miss you, that’s redundant
As much as calling bull on our incumbent
Activism had me sending -isms at the sun, kid
You’d be proud of my shit
I was causing riots, acting like a young brat
Them honkies couldn’t fund it
I’m ‘bout to cop a new tat
I don’t use no bombast
I’m still gon’ see some bomb ass
Thong in the middle
Like Moses, part the seas
Just talk, you don’t got to part no cheese
My nigga, that’s a nugget you taught me
I kept off them streets
I’m finna get my degree
I’m still gon’ keep my 2016
If I ain’t as real as then
Then who the fuck I be?
I hope you voolin’ with Rakim
It been hard to get by, Talib Quali
Trunks on some weird shit
Tank been a jail kid
Ol’ Craig be on sick shit
I think, I don’t know
But Coolie been coolin’
I once rocked cornrows
I don’t know what I’m talkin’ 'bout
But you run around what you’re talkin’ 'bout
You don’t-
Look at my-
Look at my swag, look at my bitch, huh, yeah
I got big cash, look at my wrists, hmm, wait
Niggas be mad, gеt off my dick, hmm, wait
Them bitches be mad, gеt on my dick, uh

★ Chorus ★
Ups to my brother, he resting in peace
He kept me safe
He holding that heat
Not even talk what he do to a beat
He got the industry all on his meat
Not even talk how the boy on the streets
Not even talk how the Revenge on fleek
He got them all at his cleats
I just be stepping on teeth
We Kodak bop to the screams
Ups to my brother, he resting in peace
He kept me safe
He holding that heat
Not even talk what he do to a beat
He got the industry all on his meat
Not even talk how the boy on the streets
Not even talk how the Revenge on fleek
He got them all at his cleats
I just be stepping on teeth
We Ko-

★ Interlude ★
“For promoting CTE month
That is, if you look at her job responsibilities
That is one of her main job responsibilities
Is-”

★ Verse 2 ★
I swear to God, I do magic
I fuck that bitch and I vanish
I’m thinking of passing the T
Now she gon’ treat me like rabbits, um
Yes, I need clit to relieve my stress
Like a nun with a cross
I’m touching the chest
PNB, try cross this
A nigga’s life what the cost is
So I ain’t worried what the cost is
I sold my soul for Lacoste shit
Bwoy, when I do magic
All them fees sure to vanish
That’s advice Jah gave me for Nahtanahoy Vahnish
Speaking of which
Blow on my dick, make a wish
Just like the Buddha, come rub on my belly
Jah put me on to Baby Fratelli
Pass the Kutchie, and half the shit at the deli
That shit was tending my belly
Now I YNW Melly
I know Mortal Kombat finishers
Ain’t had to use them
Michael Usan hit three for a finisher

★ Outro ★
It’s a good day to die