Luck One - Money & Success lyrics

rate me

Feat. Chris McCain

Yeah, sway snickers on

I’m so miraculous

We went in more than Douglas

Amazing, they used to laugh at us!

For scribbling on these passages

And vision on this something more

Than prison cells that’s hazardous

The tension made my hunger sore

The problem is we cut in raw

We regress so quickly

When it’s hotter than an oven door

Tell’ them come and get me!

We can have it all with love and war

This is what we struggle for

Buying all the privileges

Ignorants and underscores

Gangsters go to jail and start to look for higher answers

I’m out here finding my meaning inside these wired trances

And catch the flights like they hardly have the wings

Hustle ‘till I get my tags,

Never have to get a thing

I’ll be back in couple of rocks strong

I’m making rap songs between trips

Selling them sticks, changing my time zones

If you wanna know what I’m on

Check it baby on mamma’s i-phone

We write raps like hustlers buy coke

Live it to the max

Pray to God I die broke

Tryna fit in with these rap

Like the … could be the formula

We hold it with the soul, translate it beneath the cornea

They suspect us we reckless when they see us

Surprised you had me … three fifths of the human being

We lifted a new protein, get straps on them to behave

Instead of teaching us feeding, they fashion us into slaves

Married to the gang, gave myself a promise ring

My daddy ask if I’m coming to church to hear my mamma sing

I’mma see, I got some money round up

Like the congregation pen, … this is not much

Here I come, baby, I know the game miss me

I beak the fresh err, new nigga from out city

Rapping like Christmas Eve, O.G. like Adam and Eve

Fruits label, hip-hop, the Big Apple to C

Was planeter than the mood of Oklahoma

I’m tryna get money like I’m Jewish, no diploma

Batches of hustling, and matches of blustering

Be the fog, take what I want and ask them for nothing

I don’t eat the rappers, I hit them up

After I sit, looking to cry like nigger what?

City deportment, don’t kill them, just force them!

My head I know Pac would understand

From the early 90’ there were case, see that would find me

I ain’t hard to find, I pop out in a timely matter

And I am here, nothing else matters

All right, mind over matter, success ladder

That’s where I’m coming, and I ain’t scared of heights

Like Toby Flights, got ‘em shooked but O.D.ed nice