Lyrics Lucas Coly – Letter To The World

Yeah
I try to keep that shit cool but
It’s alot of pain on my muthafuckin heart
But it’s like

Boy, I’m really going hard in this bitch
Lord knows, Lord knows
I put my heart in this shit
It’s like anatomy
I’m feeling like a star in this bitch
And if you try me pussy
I will pull yo card in this bitch
I done went through so much but I still got ’em
See I’m a real nigga so I got some real problems
Young nigga with a vision You could never stop ’em
I know I’m getting to the top but it feel like the bottom
Cause I be going through it nigga
I ain’t never happy
People say they got me
Funny how they never had me
I want Rick Owens, Bape
I ain’t talking Macy’s
I want the green, no veggies
I ain’t talking Casey, yeah
Me and these people ain’t the same
That’s it
I wanna paint a perfect picture
Just to hang that bitch

Fuck it
I think alot but I stay quiet
I ain’t never telling
They love to tell me fuck the past but my heart dwelling
I want that fast money
Yeah, I should start selling
But they’ll kick me out the country if I turn a felon
This is real shit, I’m down but I gotta face it
I ain’t tryin’ rush greatness, I’m gone have to pace it
Brain busy, I can never keep my thoughts vacant
This shit foul like either technical or flagrant
And I be too nice
Gotta stop that
People call me when they need me
Gotta watch that
I put the time in and never get a clock back
I give ’em diamonds, all I do is get a rock back
I got ideas but I kind of gotta plan more
I want a family bro
Fuck being a man whore
CAuse being loyal is everything I stand for
If we ain’t brothers, why the fuck you shake my hand for?
They say I’m close to money, like a triple A
So I pray every morning, I don’t ever skip a date
My life a movie
To be honest, I’m a clip away
Want the water on my diamonds
I’m a drip away
And these niggas, I don’t get it
Doing shit for fame
Y’all done tried me with this shit but I ain’t dropping names
I don’t see no talent
Some of y’all don’t look right
I guess everybody back up on that Suge Knight
Ain’t that hoe shit? I don’t know, shit
Who do I trust? Everybody on that «bro» shit
My head gone, now it got me on some slow shit
Every time I get better, it be more shit
I’m staying simple, I ain’t never ever bugging
If I’m doing good, cool
I ain’t ever stunting
I keep it real
Fuck it
Y’all know how I’m coming so if I die
Tell the government, I seen it coming