Luci Kane Smith - Merry Go Round Lyrics

I'm Going Round & Round

I'm Going Round & Round

Luci Kane Bitches!

Take yo hood & sell it bitch

I'ma be going around
On the merry-go-round
Pushing my sound
Up from the ground
Smoking a pound
Boy, I be getting around
I'ma be holding it down
U p on the mic
This what you found
Up in my town
Noticing me
The K the A the S what you found
I'm gonna be smoking em round by the round
Poor me a shot bartender
How bout a round
My thoughts in my head be recurring
And Ima be slur'n
Trying to stop the hurt'n
I'm going straight jacket for certain
It ain't gonna stop till they drop the curtains
Drop the curtains

Ashes to ashes n dust to dust
I'mana burn the shit down
Luci Kane on my crown
King of sound
Cause I'm make'n the beats by the pound

Ashes to ashes & dust to dust
I'ma be tear'n shit up
So we on the town
Come run'n wit us
But ya boy gotta go
Cause he smell like a bust
Been down the road
Wit da merry go round
Goin around and round
I ain't goin back so
Give'm a pass 4 now
Pound 4 pound iv'e
Been the some shit and
I'm know'n it show in my sound
Get sick on a beat
And I promise I'll kill it.
No man in the middle
I ain't your average or typical


Driv'n down main
I'm switch'n up lanes
See'n em in the rear view
Switch'n lanes
Look for a place to bust a u
Switch'n lanes
Open an IPA and I'm
Bust'n a quick u to the 101 freeway

10 toes down , man all up on my pivot
Break a pound down , tell a phine to come an get it
Lay a hoe down she sayin I'm terrific
All up in a bitch , no no feelings
Nah! , f*ck about a bitch ,I learn that
Shit when my last one switched ,
Thru the bitch in a ditch ..... got rich .......
Now I'm com'n thru with some new fly kicks
Now I'm com'n thru with some new fly shit
Cuz on my wrist , be like 4 5 bitches
Tell 'em co exist ,,, but they never wanna listen
Hoes stay mad , cause they ain't the one I'm pick'n
Hoe stay mad , cause I'm all about my chicken ,
Bitch listen ,,this in , got a new pack , just
Look at how she glisten hoe
Now I'm dipp'n ,
Catching plays in my city like my name's George Pickens , Hoe uh
Let's be modest
Keep a buck like Giannis ,
Neva keep a hoe unless the bitch really honest ,
Pass a bitch like I'm on the Super Sonics

Round n round the beat
Developed a sound
Pick'n up pounds
Inside of my town
Don't f*ck around or
Else your body
Will never be found
Anger that cuts like a knife
Suffer for most of my life
The highs the lows
The struggle the strife
Late night trips with the demon
Soul is silently scream'n
Can't find np mean'n
Labeled me a heathen
Mutter a prayer from
The gutter still breath'n
Some say I'm crazy
Others say mad all bad
I'm just a good guy that
Some say is bad
Scream that that echoed
From a prison cell
Bring forth reality
Of a Man made hell
I was sentenced to prison
As a teenage kid
Started my life on a
Down-ward skid
But still I stand tall like
An old oak tree wit
My head held high
For the world to see
Yes it is true that my freedom
They will take but my mind will surrender
But spirit won't break
Now look at me people
I'm your own creation
Perfect example of total damnation
So if this is justice then let it be done
Just hope it never happens
To your daughter or son

I'm Going Round & Round

I'm Going Round & Round