Ayo, DJ Lucas, what the fuck is poppin'?

It's your fuckin' year, my guy (Smoke)

(DJ)

Let me talk my talk, let me talk my talk, man

It's DJ, DJ, DJ

I'm back, man (Clean)

(Damn, Subjxct, you did it again)

Let my talk my talk, clean

Right now the only thing I fear, man, that's fear itself (Ah)

They know I really talk my talk like I can't hear myself (DJ)

That boy sharper than a tack, even though I lost some brain cells

Gotta keep this shit a hundred, ain't no whistles and no bells (DJ)

And your shorty on my dick, make it hard to trust myself (Yeah)

Got a custy coppin' shrooms, he said he finally loves himself (Money)

It's three-five inside the bleep, that's even in the Bible Belt (Smoke)

Homie said we got a problem, well, that's just a cry for help (Talk my talk)

Like, bitch, we wild, but, that controversy sells (Clean)

In that Red Sox fitted, so, I'm pitchin' shit like David Wells (DJ)

I ain't fuckin' with that bullshit, gonna have to bring it somewhere else (Get outta here)

And I stay with a clean L, my plug got the paper or the gel

And the trap keep on callin', I can't leave this shit alone (DJ)

So, I hop on I-90 then I switch to ECO mode (Yoom)

They like, "Lucas, how's the music? You think you gon' keep it goin'?"

I talk my talk, the town I'm from, they made a way from writin' poems, yeah

They talkin' money? Well, that shit right up my alley (Money)

I got a custy waitin' for me in the shadow of the valley (Clean)

And the weed got purple hair just like Sugar Sean O'Malley (Smoke)

I take the long way around, even when I'm driving out to Cali' (On my way, man)

It don't matter, man, I gotta get the paper (Money)

Double parked up in the 'burbs underneath the Widowmaker (DJ)

And I drive the same hills as a Hudson River Valley Painters

Extended farmhouse, I'ma need at least a hundred acres (Haha), yeah

They talk their talk, but, I'm not sure they really mean it

Out of Western Mass', I never learned the Pledge of Allegiance (DJ)

You see that fire in my eye like a political extremist (Ah)

And my plug stepped out the game, he gave his life away to Jesus

Right now the only thing I fear, man, that's fear itself (Man)

Custy got me paranoid 'cause he's weird as hell (DJ)

And I really talk my talk I make it clear as hell

Yeah, just spent a cool eight-hundred dollars on this jeans and belt (DJ, DJ, DJ, man)

Right now the only thing I fear, man, that's fear itself (Ah)

They know I really talk my talk like I can't hear myself (DJ)

That boy sharper than a tack, even though I lost some brain cells (Clean)

Gotta keep this shit a hundred, ain't no whistles and no bells

And your shorty on my dick, make it hard to trust myself (Yeah)

Got a custy coppin' shrooms, he said he finally loves himself (Money)

It's three-five inside the bleep, that's even in the Bible Belt (Smoke)

Homie said we got a problem, well, that's just a cry for help

(DJ)

Man, DJ, DJ, DJ

Your girl on my dick, it makes it hard to trust myself, but, I'm an honest man, though

DJ, clean, you know what's goin' on, man

DJ, you know what's goin' on