Luchini - Jae Millz

Luchini coming from the sky

You can’t quit, boy

We pop the corps in a

Boy, boy, boy, go

I’m wanted for spitting but it ain’t about me

Now it’s all about the presentation and the timing

Low quality, media, video

And in a main presence, mainstream

Welcome to the rap game, now you’re on the radio

DJ spinning the record, you hate it though

DJ spinning your record, but they wouldn’t recognize it

Had a month ago, just started praying a day ago

Niggas ain’t addicted but I feel like they’re trying to block me

Stop me from getting to the go

Try to stop me from reaching to the go

Me and my Dali girl, we'when it’s cold

She leaves on her way but she’s sitting on her toes

Caught on the camp floor

Caught on the dance floor

You can’t sleep with it until

Father like grando, I feel like shit

You should fly the bando

A lot of niggas say

They started it real low

up town, showing my city real low

Fucking my apartment, that’s my fan, wow

We’re putting the problem

From the hand to the bran, though

And I’m the motherfucking leader

If you swallow them fucking haters

I will drip your fucking leaders

I ain’t fucking with you

But you ain’t fucking with me either

Both niggas are rappers

You are some kind of motherfucking divas

Getting on my security I still got on my features

Still shining, still walking with that walk

And I ain’t even got a date yet

Couple of niggas might have passed me

But they didn’t say anything

And that’s a promise motherfucking nigga

Ima make it right