Faces

Apparition

Inside Outside

Therapy

Malibu

Happy Birthday

Harlem World

24 Hrs. to Live (feat. The Lox, Black Rob & DMX)

Double Up

Same Niggas

Facts 

(Verse 1)  
Yo, these bitches chasin’ clout,  
Sellin’ souls for that dough,  
OnlyFans, on the grind,  
Online hookers steal the show.  
Empty hearts, playin’ roles,  
Fakin’ love, breakin’ goals,  
Ballin’ hard, but feelin’ low,  
In this game, it’s all for show.

(Chorus)  
Facts, we livin’ for the cash,  
Flexin’ hard, never crash,  
Haters lurkin’ in the back,  
Fake friends, can’t trust that.  
Turnt up, but we feelin’ empty,  
Industry cold, it’s plenty gritty.  
Facts, yeah, it’s all a trap,  
Countin’ stacks, but where the love at?

(Verse 2)  
Money come, then it goes,  
Bitches come, then they pose,  
Fakin’ smiles, Instagram filters,  
Life’s a movie, but who’s the real killers?  
Thought I had it all, but I’m lost,  
Global shine, but what’s the cost?  
Thug life, but this ain’t a game,  
Empty bottles, drownin’ shame.

(Chorus)  
Facts, we livin’ for the cash,  
Flexin’ hard, never crash,  
Haters lurkin’ in the back,  
Fake friends, can’t trust that.  
Turnt up, but we feelin’ empty,  
Industry cold, it’s plenty gritty.  
Facts, yeah, it’s all a trap,  
Countin’ stacks, but where the love at?

(Bridge)  
Bitter truths, we fightin’ demons,  
Best believe, we got our reasons,  
Chasin’ dreams, but it’s all a blur,  
What’s the point if it don’t occur?  
Emptiness in the spotlight,  
Got a crew, but they don’t ride right.  
Money stacks, but where’s the peace?  
Livin’ fast, but the pain don’t cease.

(Outro)  
So we flex, but we stress,  
Gettin’ turnt, can’t second guess,  
Haters’ words, they come and go,  
But me? I’m still in the flow.  
Facts, we livin’ in a mess,  
Industry’s cold, can’t suppress,  
Stackin’ paper, but where’s the love?  
From the ground, now we rise above lucid!

Facts

Read Between The Lines


(Verse 1)  
Yo, city lights flicker, but the vibe’s so cold,  
Emptiness creepin’, it's a story untold.  
Thug life grind, I’m just tryna get mine,  
Chasin’ big dreams while these bitches just whine.  
Lifestyle chasin’, yeah, they love the dough,  
Pretendin’ like they care, but it’s all for show.  
Flexin’ on the gram, but they broke as a joke,  
Countin’ all my blessings while they choke on their hope.  

(Chorus)  
Read between the lines, it’s a savage design,  
Gettin’ money, respect, it’s my time to shine.  
Bitches fallin' back when the cash ain't tight,  
Real ones rise up, we gon' put up a fight.  

(Verse 2)  
Addicted to the hustle, can’t afford to chill,  
Fake friends around me, all they do is spill.  
Anger in my chest, but I gotta maintain,  
Turn the pain to power, let it flow through my veins.  
Self-sabotage? Nah, we breakin’ that chain,  
Gotta seize the moment, can’t let it go in vain.  
Come up from the dirt, now we risin’ like steam,  
Global aspirations, livin’ out the dream.  

(Chorus)  
Read between the lines, it’s a savage design,  
Gettin’ money, respect, it’s my time to shine.  
Bitches fallin' back when the cash ain't tight,  
Real ones rise up, we gon' put up a fight.  

(Bridge)  
Failures in the rearview, lessons come alive,  
Hopin’ for a better day, thrivin’ to survive.  
Authenticity’s the key, keep it real, no disguise,  
While the fakes chase the cash, I’m just chasin’ the highs.  

(Verse 3)  
Ballin’ on my own, don’t need nobody’s hype,  
Put my trust in the grind, yeah, that’s how I type.  
Destructive patterns, it’s time to erase,  
Gotta focus on the future, leave behind the waste.  
Hope’s a motherfucker, anger’s got its place,  
But I’m drownin’ out the noise, puttin’ dreams in my face.  
We gon’ break the mold, redefine the climb,  
Read between the lines, it’s our moment, our time.  

(Chorus)  
Read between the lines, it’s a savage design,  
Gettin’ money, respect, it’s my time to shine.  
Bitches fallin' back when the cash ain't tight,  
Real ones rise up, we gon' put up a fight.  

(Outro)  
So here’s the deal, don’t play with my grind,  
I’m a hustler for life, forged in the fire, refined.  
From the ashes, we rise, yeah, that’s no lie,  
Read between the lines, watch my empire fly.

Read Between The Lines

Money, Power & Respect

Let's Start Rap Over (feat. Carl Thomas)

Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood

Slippin'

What’s good, I’m “Lucid Pain” a South Florida rapper trying to grow my fan base and to make it in the music industry, looking for a “manager”  to make it happen!

Read Between The Lines

Lucid Pain

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