Fortunate Ones - Mad Lords lyrics

rate me

They try to be shady like they’re Eminem on Halloween

Don’t respect us because we don’t have the biggest following

Our purpose is gardening, planting seeds in minds

Hottest rappers got the heat while I’m sitting home with lines

Spur of the moment, need green like Splitter

Deflower a dime before the change makes her wither

Never owned a gun but I still say

I’m about to kill me a nigga

I’m about to kill me a nigga

All these verses and beats

They still don’t give a fuck

If we make it serge will we ever lose touch?

Bonds break ask Barry, no bailing out, it’s scary

Money looking scarce with no hits to carry

Will I die an old dirty bastard with a fantasy

Or will I die like Old Dirty Bastard, worldwide travesty

Smoking more joints than the human body

Trying to calm down but all this stress really got me

Road trip to hell, death calling shotty

And it’s filled with family, nigga

Couldn’t see as high as I be

On alert like the Jewish Army

Need bread like Italians, drinking on a Heineken

World War II in my stomach as I plummet

Like atomic bombs, watching Japanese Anime

You see the shit I’m on

In a biz where getting conned is a habit

It’s too tragic, just imagine

If you’re open minded then they call you faggot

I’d be damn if I’m living in a life that’s stagnant

Reaching a stature is the ultimate capture

Don’t get it? Life’s a bitch

Fuck being Tony Danza

Some people lust money

I’m just not romantic

They try to be funny like Macaulay Culkin when he was Kevin

But they forget that Martin stopped airing in ‘97

So I stopped laughing homie, label me manic depressive

Trying to figure out a scheme without the Smith & Wesson

Spur of the moment, I need love like Lucy

That Don Draper is based on my life so loosely

Never cared for sloppy seconds but just off of G

‘Bout to take your bitch, I'm about to take your bitch

That's what you wanna hear all on the radio?

Write my song in seconds and then you’re gonna pay me, bro?

All these sleepless nights with no residuals

You mean to tell me that I could have rapped with this type of flow?

Well hHallelujah, it just came to me

Feeling like when Batman got his back broke by Bane and ‘em

Thinking that I failed, we failed so painfully

Gary when we make it I think we'll go crazy

At the VMA's and the Grammy’s gonna get dissed

My fucking speech is as long as Schindler's List

No thank you's, grab my balls as I smirk for the boo-hoo's

When you're fortunate no such thing as a lose-lose

Fearless like kamikazes

I hate you more than Kanye hates the paparazzi

That was a freebie

No dummies as my friends like Phoebe

Try something different and they call it feces

Will I die Notorious like B.I.G?

Or will I die just a big notorious absentee?

You the type to fuck bitches with dudes names on ‘em

I'm the type to walk away from fame like Dave and ‘em

Oh, I'm dropping dimes tonight

Try to make ends meet

You're a slave to money

Then you die