Although it was hard to pinpoint why, I’ve always gravitated towards Lucki’s music since I started listening a few years back. Like a Curren$y on lean, raps landed slightly out of pocket, a bit sleepy, on top of production that resembled a classic Monet painting straight from the Impressionist movement. A musical formula that is right up my alley and just about everything I like. And yet, there was something more connecting me to it that I couldn’t identify.. After watching a specific moment in Mitch and Yachty’s podcast, it clicked. Skip to 40:43 for the reference.

He explains that in the past, tearing fans would come up to a then-depressed Lucki confessing that he saved their life – to which he would think “who gon save my life?” The line was followed with laughter by himself and the crew but I could only feel that this was one of those it’s-funny-because-it’s-true scenarios. From a superficial perspective one will listen to Lucki’s music and hear typical rap references to drugs, money, and super cars – but listen just a little bit closer and you will hear the omnipresent layer of heartbreak and depression that sits underneath it all – or possibly drives it. This is what I was connected to all this time. I will admit, after listening to Lucki’s music at points during my most recent depression, the music hits that much harder when in one of these states. Or perhaps my depression served as the key to unlock, access, and appreciate a whole new world of emotions felt by others. Thanks depression! And thank you Lucki (and team) for offering such a heartfelt and honest perspective on life.

Dug through the discography to bring forward some of Lucki’s greatest portrayals of the mental condition (using Apple Music’s lyrics function – hey Apple I am open to sponsors just saying). Enjoy!