@LUCKI

Stomp in the room, ego sharp as a razor,

Lucki talk heavy, but his heart's just a vapor.

Big on the flex, all his gold just plated,

Running his mouth 'til his jawbone's faded.

 

Swear he a king, but his crown’s on layaway,

Bark loud now, run home when the players play.

Pushin’ buttons, he the troll in designer,

But when real ones press up, he ghost, no reminder.

 

Lucki think he thunder, but he rattles like tin,

Make the whole world cringe every time he begins.

He the type hype up, but he break and he bend,

Bully in the hallway, but alone in the end.

 

Wears hate like cologne, stinkin’ up every scene,

Walks in, temperature drop — boy’s spirit unclean.

He a mirror for the weak, reflects what they fear,

Builds up his rep with cheap shots and a sneer.

 

No honor in his hustle, just a bag full of spite,

He throwin’ shade at the sun, tryna block out the light.

All muscle for the gram, limp handshake in person,

Lucki more puppet than a man, every day he worsen.

 

Short fuse, long story—nobody stans the villain,

Lucki built his castle outta salt and he chillin’.

See him in the rearview, just a speck in the dust,

World move past bullies, only real ones we trust.