Letra de Lucid Lucifa

[Verse 1]
Who's on my ass when I'm driving down I-95 I'm kinda live, I'm hype and jive I can snipe and drive too nice with the multitasking loud spitta bet the neighbors heard me spazzing bet the haters lost they passion imma toss the grass and I'm a boss when active get off your ass and practice and touching my mic is like grabbing a cactus east side of the atlas is where niggas straight catallactis matter of fact it's NA$TY thrashing like he always do in 98' I had a hallway crew spitting cyphers all we do at home or up in Arby's too like look hoe cakes I want that number 5 with fries on the side not supersize in a jump before my hooptie ride my niggas is deep who yall box me my arms too tall and when you leave your crib your bitch be sucking on my two balls and when she leave the crib I'm coming through it with that U-Hual take everything but your blue walls the heaviest flow ready to blow feel like I rap with blue balls I'm too explicit it's tradition to rip shit leaving em blue like on some crip shit cuz when I spit shit I just maneuver to Lucid Lucifa for broover

[Verse 2]
Hated cuz I'm always sedated faded as snow and like my soundcloud I just upgraded to a pro but fuck being famous I hate radio promo I burn a list of niggas I ain't fucking with no more I got too many hoes and plenty flows I keep that on the low cuz thieves come in all shapes and forms don't you know but I'm a calm cat cuz I pass collect go that 64 palm raps smack yo wack flow check the board of rap before the rap I was still flamboyant I got appointments you just a disappointment burning and scurning cats on accident grab your ointment wish I was jointless why is life so pointless sorry to spoil it I write my rhymes on the toilet with my washed up attitude but they think I'm the royalist why you spit a 12 and then a 8 shooter I just maneuver to Lucid Lucifa for broover