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YFN Lucci is a rapper renowned for his hits “Everyday We Lit,” “Key To The Streets,” “Heartless,” “Missing You,” “7.62,” “Wet (She Got That...),” and “Documentary.” He worked with artists like Migos, Jackboy, Rick Ross, and Trey Songz — amassing billions of global streams and garnering critical acclaim.

Lyrics:
(SpeakerBangerz)

Ayy, first off, I don't respect no rats
I ain't never dropped a dime, not even when I got those racks
Look, I was raisin' hell before the Hellcat
Yeah, I can put you on, run and tell that
Look, I'll pop a nigga like a wheelie, huh
I crack me a seal, pour out my feelings, uh
Starin' at the stars in the ceiling, uh
How I'm starin' at my heart while it's healin'? Look
It's hard for me to find some inspiration
I pray for this generation, I need me a vacation
I'm tryna clear my thoughts, no one to call on late night
Wanna know my whereabouts? I'm with the stars now, late night
Lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
We just some young niggas strugglin' who got tired of it
From where them crackers quick to hang you like an ornament
I'm just thankful that we made it out
Chauncey goin' up the only way we ball
Can't complain at all, bitch, we made it far, huh
Just bought my nigga a phone, I hate when he can't make that call, huh
Come to you with my hand out? See, that ain't me at all
I don't give no damn 'bout what you did
We came up from hustlin', kickin' doors, I don't know what you did
I'm a real hustler, I was rich when I got two kids
Then I had two more kids, bring that shit to your crib
Look, racked in '19, 2020 I'm goin' too big
Thug life like Pac, but I got hoes like I'm Big
Look, R.I.P. B-I-G, my new AP a B-I-G
Wrecked the Benz tryna check the time, too many VV's (Look)
Put some ice on her if she mine, let's go skiing (Yeah)
Put a dime on him, he won't make it 'til this weekend
Playin' all defense, some shit I can't prevent
In a game full of weirdos, it be hard for me to fit in
I kicked the door down, they act like I ain't leave it open
I'm 'bout to cop that new 'Bach and I still got the old one
Don't get your ass whacked, we clap shit, Magnolia
They was talkin' 'bout my flow, so I went back to the old one (Yeah)
Look, diamonds in my teeth, shit frozen (Yeah)
I like my bitches dark, Kelly Rowland, yeah (Uh, uh, uh)
I would give you my heart, but it's broken, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I can't even show no emotions (Yeah, yeah), look
Starin' from afar at the ocean, before I got some motion
Before we ever bust a check, man, we was on some more shit
Before I ever touched the pen, they told me I was chosen
Before the fame, these bitches called me daddy, I know, look
I know Just and Liberty gon' be there, huh (Yeah)
I know Boonk and Bop and Zelly, they gon' be there, huh
I can't speak on none of them niggas, I can't ID them, yeah
Make me tweak on all these niggas like I'm senile
I can't trust a soul, so I won't be 'round
Held the street down while Shell gone, so I know he proud
He took over the penal, he send it to me now
Don't make me send them youngins to your spot and let 'em freestyle

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