Rational Agents - Luchini (feat. Tom Charles, Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire & Don Michael Jr) Lyrics

Everybody thinks they shit is tough until they mix it up
Me I'm just doing me
Ya'll need to do you, listen up
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Ya'll want to work that job go ahead and do it get your pay
But let me tell you one thing when I work I don't complain
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Nowadays everybody's so sensitive
I can't joke around these kids without them getting offended
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
What happened to Encyclopedias
Only rumors that they feeding us
Disease ridden hidden addiction in social media's
Well I'm a bohemian
See me in the median
A genie in a beanie
I need all the luchini
I need all of the paper
I need all the luchini
I need all of the haters
To back the f*ck up
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord
Give me green fettuccine
I need the loot mami
One of my car's tahini
All them rims black coffee
I'm the Don baby
My shit inferno
Every song is on sterno
Bitch my life a journal
I keep the peace like Buddha
About my cheese like gouda
Bank accounts in different currencies
I'm about my mula
I been in and out of towns making all these sounds
I been rocking different crowds in the undergrounds
My Euros are different colors
If you talking business
Let's talk numbers
I need all the luchini
I need all of the paper
I need all the luchini
I need all of the haters
To back the f*ck up
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord
They wonder how my story ends
I'll tell them when it all begins
I've done it all before
Before I'm done
I'll do it all again
Your aura off
You only focusing on boring shit
That got your mind blind through your timeline
And my lifeline is the dollar sign
Red blood and white lies
Blue faces for the white crimes
Them boys in blue don't fight crimes
You call them
You might die
Oh no no no no
Oh no no
I need all the luchini
You tried to rub me out but I'm a genie
You a bum get a squeegee
John Cena can't see me
What's up
Oh no no no no
Oh no no
I need all the luchini
They tried to pull me back but that ain't easy
Had me trapped
But I fought them ghosts off me like Luigi
Cause I'm greedy and I need more
Feed me feed me Seymour
EBT Cash app Paypal I need it all
I need all the luchini
I need all of the paper
I need all the luchini
I need all of the haters
To back the f*ck up
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord
I need these haters to see me
Get all of this paper this greenery
This luchini, yea
With these bad bitches pulling up in they bikinis
When it come to head she got it covered like a beanie
Your jealousy is beneath me
Just tell me you want to be me
Cause I don't knock your dreams
You can plot and scheme it's not a thing
Nothing could compare to shit that I done seen
Bada bing
I just give em food for they soul
There's not a collard green in sight
Made a model T my wife
Fans are stopping me at lights
Like your new shit is a vibe
Don't be stupid I've arrived
I could do this til I die
I had music in my eyes when I was just a jit
This legit
Grew up from a kid to this
Sick just like I skipped the script
So if I got it then I earned it
I'm getting used to hearing Donny burnt it
Yea I'm just that type of person
I do this without rehearsing it's instinctual
F*ck that shit you think you know
Them armored trucks at Brink's should know
I need all the luchini
I need all of the paper
I need all the luchini
I need all of the haters
To back the f*ck up
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Well you can catch us hanging like Orangutangs
In the 215, NY, NJ where them youngbols
Do not hesitate to bang them thangs
Heavy like an anchor
Rock steady like a sanger cane
Counting all them dollars like a banker
Tough to chew like a flanker steak
Range above that of a slacker
Heavy artillery in the linguistics chapter
Statistics faster in the math after
I spit passages for paragraphs
On metaphysics every verse is a Masterclass
My tongue vicious sharp
Like the claws of a Raptor
There it is
Hey I'm on the mic
I'm on TV
Oh lord lord
Oh lord lord
Oh lord lord lord
Lordy lord lordy lord
Oh lord lord
Oh lord lord
Oh lord lord oh
Oh lordy lord