Luka Doncic

By Tim Low

Released on October 18, 2019

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[Chorus]

Here we’re again, rookie of the year

Like Luka Doncic;

But I’m the white kid, no street on my feet

So they tryna bother me

Here we’re again, rookie of the year

Like Luka Doncic;

But I’m the white kid, no street on my feet

So they tryna bother me


[Verse 1]

So you think you can come and stay in front of me

With no eyes to see and no ears to hear

And assume what my persona tells to you

Without asking me if that’s the truth?

I’m an arrogant self-loving bullshit who says too loud

That he is good on his stuff

But while you were complaining ‘bout my way of thinking

I worked hard on this dope track; facts

I’m into rap game. The hood? Never been there

I’ve never had a gun pointing me, live with my parents and study a degree;

But music means more than that, you don’t need shitty life to rap

Just putting your thoughts on the table and follow your right path

The ball is in my hands, five secs till the match ends

Do you think imma worry about being real or what you say?

I don’t need your respect, just the love of my gang;

Buzzer beater, game winner, fuck the ring, I don’t need it


[Drop 1]

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

Like Luka Doncic


[Verse 2]

Yo reinvento solo mi verdad, no es apta pa’ memos ni tontos;

No entiendo el rollo de hip real, con balas, camellos y polvos;

Soy tremendo, no speed, ¿verdad? Rondaba sin medios y pronto;

Hoy me siento como Spider-Man, no me paran ni Venom ni Tombstone

Corto, skills al bombo, trap por aquí el MC antimorbo

Esdrújulas pululan con Flow, y su Luna anula mis ojos;

Saca la cámara, dispara ráfagas, para crear la más basta del underground

Reventar el scratch sin dejar merendar al que parí con el beat, patrón rombo

Monto rap del gordo, para pagar todos los platos rotos

Sin acabar machacando a todos ni mi alma bajar para tocar fondo;

Compongo versos con contexto dentro, pongo excesos, soy obseso de esto

Rompo besos por ponerlo lento, prolongo muertos por querer joderlos

A ella la odio por prender la llama y luego aplastar la mecha usando sus dedos

A ti te odio por alimentarla pero pasar de la leña, matando el fuego;

Por eso voy amando más el hielo, tan brutal y fiero, nunca lo han vencido

Pero sé que si me dices “ven, te quiero”, el glaciar, yo creo, se habrá derretido


[Drop 2]

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

They tryna bother me

Like Luka Doncic

Like Luka Doncic