Letter From Lucci song by YFN Lucci from Primary Album Wish-me-well-2. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on February 6, 2016.
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Letter From Lucci Meaning
| [(Part 1: Letter From Lucci) [Intro: YFN Lucci] Yeah, huh yeah yea yea Yeah, uh uhh Told em they shouldn’t, less you want none Wait for it, gotta want one Gotta have, everything yeah yea [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If anything I’ma grind Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’ Somebody tell ’em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be You know you gotta win, fight, conquer I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor I promise to come in and destroy my opponent I promise no man want it as bad as I want it Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’ Somebody tell ’em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they say I wouldn’t be yeah , [Verse: YFN Lucci] Uh, nigga let’s get it understood Nigga still might jugg what you mean? I’m good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yeah yea hey But they don’t wanna listen Everything a nigga tell ’em they ain’t never want to believe I got a whole lot of tricks up my fuckin’ sleeve What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh I’m from the slums, we ain’t have shit nigga barely had a crumb Sell hundred bags buy a hundred round drum Tryna take sum tell ’em ring the alarm I gotta build for my kids I ain’t have nothin’ but Mom Gotta give ’em things I ain’t have when I was young Everything got a pricing I’m just sayin’, gotta maintain Nigga gotta go and get something Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated Gotta count a hundred mil’ before the Lord take me And If I make it I pray to God I can save it And I’ma give it all to my baby And I’ma put it all in my song baby Told her “got it all” but she still ain’t grateful Paid for it all bitch still ain’t grateful I wonder if I fall will you be here later yeah yeah Straight to the top, where I’m goin’, know it Every beat I kill, yeah the boy feel like Floyd Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy Baby I’m a boss, and your man unemployed Yeah yea got this bitch up in the back She don’t work for nothin’ yeah We was sipping on act’, way before the money yeah And we been had swag way before the money Tell me why these niggas actin’ like they new to money Niggas be actin’ like bitches and bitches be lovin’ these niggas What’s up with these bitches Bitches be talkin’ ’bout money and ain’t gettin’ no money What’s up, I can’t fuck with you bitches Somebody tell me what’s up, I don’t get it Somebody tell me what’s up Man it seems like yesterday we wasn’t really up And now everybody say that they fuck with us Man I told these lil’ bitches to back up I have no fucks to give I cannot trust I had to slow it down no need to rush In love with that paper it gives me a rush Man I don’t give a damn what they tell me Every single gold chain like a medal yeah They say you gotta change for the better Even though a nigga came from the ghetto Yeah, stay down get money what they tell me Ridin’ ’round with a forty and a felon yeah You know you gotta listen to your elders They done been through everything that they tell us Have you ever felt pain when everything numb? I’ma still remain when you ain’t huh Everybody go to hang when you wait for Fuck around and clear it all with this AR These niggas they talk about it You know you gotta go and get guap All my niggas yeah we straight from the block Came in the game gettin’ green off top And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top My niggas ain’t never had love for no nigga No nigga, yo’ nigga, nor a bitch, won’t let him Nah, I never ever let ’em, nah, yeah yea All my niggas, yeah, you know them niggas, all of ’em hitters, yeah Taliban all of ’em killers, yeah, slide down on ’em get rid of ’em, yea Fuck you mean, aye son You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothin’ to me All that tongue wrestlin’ shit ain’t me I’m a muthafuckin’ boss what you wanna be , [Chorus: YFN Lucci] If anything I’ma grind Somebody tell ’em that it’s my time Somebody tell me why they hatin’ on me Somebody tell ’em stop hatin’ on me yea Somebody tell ’em that I’m not lyin’ Somebody tell ’em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be You know you gotta win, fight, conquer I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor I promise to come in and destroy my opponent I promise no man want it as bad as I want it Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’ Somebody tell ’em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah [Outro: YFN Lucci] You know you gotta win, fight, conquer I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor I promise to come in and destroy my opponent I promise no man want it as bad as I want it Somebody go and tell ’em that I’m not lyin’ Somebody tell ’em I will outshine Anybody think they gone replace me You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be yeah , (Part 2: Don’t Know Where I’d be ft. Rich Homie Quan) [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga I don’t even know where I’d be Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine Everyday me and Lucci thank God ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be [Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan] I don’t know where I would be Without my family And I don’t give a fuck about how much money you got Dont handle me Guess what I make a nigga answer me Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee’s All my suits tailored like the pastor speak Versace everything like Master P Pull up on my niggas in the hood Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book A lil’ rolly a watch its red like a bull I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it Funny how all my exes want to know what I’m doing I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me All I know is real boys, see me and they know me I swear I don’t know where I’d be without my homies Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends I don’t know what I’d be without them East Atlanta corners [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga I don’t even know where I’d be Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine Everyday me and Lucci thank God ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Uh, I thank God we was chosen They say never question God and I know it But why Big, nigga Big had kids See Big one of the reasons a nigga big Big had a heart this big Big was my nigga ’til the end Big taught me how to put it up and don’t spend Big always told me to transcend He told me get the front end and the back end Then he told me most niggas pretend And that’s why I don’t have friends Just some brothers who gone ride to the end .45 on my side to the end Nigga we don’t hide, nigga you know where we is Look where I’m going, nigga look where I been, yeah Nigga you know what it is Late night hustling, tryna get my shit right, no pen Every single day, and night I sin But Lord forgive me I’m human yeah, yea, yea Face card good, like I’m playing poker nigga, face card good And nigga when you see me better get it understood And me and Quan good, nigga me and Quan good, tell ’em [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci] If it wasn’t for them late nights, hustling on the block, tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with Nut nigga I don’t even know where I’d be Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took nigga I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for momma or daddy, I swear that I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be If it wasn’t for the rollie I’d prolly waste time Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes My money for sweetie yea I spent like nine Everyday me and Lucci thank God ‘Cause I don’t know where I would be [Outro: Rich Homie Quan] I don’t know where I would be without my family Why they take Big from me? Why they take Big from me? I don’t know where I would be without my family Why they take Big from me? Why they take Big from me? He ain’t hurt nobody No no no no no no no no no I don’t know where I would be, without my family I don’t know where I would be, without my family Hey] |
Commonly asked questions
- Who produced the lyrics for Letter From Lucci?
This lirics prodiucer by OG Parker.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? Letter From Lucci
Letter From Lucci lyrics is written by Rich Homie Quan & YFN Lucci
- What is the name of the featured of the lyrics for Letter From Lucci?
The featured artist in the Letter From Lucci lyrics is Rich Homie Quan
