Who do you believe in?
Is it money or the man upstairs? Is it power or prayer?
God bless the dead and fuck the world fast
What’s progression if you never been through backlash?
Nigga, what do you believe in?
Cause my money’s on me, myself, and I, my team, and this music
Y’all ain’t gon’ believe this
Maybe it’s my fault, or maybe y’all just making excuses
Find your Elsewhere & love it
Love at first listen, really.
Fuck yo couch.
Destiny is the dopest
You steady claimin’ that he care about ya Yall first connected cause he was trynna get some head up out ya & that turned into you having a head come up out ya Ya first born, But a house don’t make a home your torn no pun intended Swear it’s none of my business but things supposed to be different How you gon’ build the bridges if you got the foundation missing Its crazy I know that pain equals love but that don’t mean being hit in the head and such Still you hittin the bed to fuck While you going to bed like “Fuck” You wasn’t prepared now you stuck That there not a unit young buck He winnin, while you lose He livin, while you choose to not Just take another knot & another bruise I’m seeing the truth in it, you don’t Wanna let loose & you won’t Cause the cash, cars, & clothes that he gave you. Love is tainted & he slaved you I wrote this rhyme to try & save you But Owell’ Thats not a home but owell I dont condone but owell You know he wrong but owell You think you grown but owell - Lucky Jackson 2020
—Fresh Out Da Pen