They said make your own luck, Yup Andrew luck versus the Denver broncos keep bucking young buck
Bugging the flip out chucking this gold bottle of poor problems 99 of um aint it a bitch you should know
Shit get me a Prozac chillax and spit raps watch me while I kick facts kick in the floor switchblade
I’m a such a renegade never been afraid to say what’s on my mind at any time of day hey wanna
Rumble fumbles the pigskin Rumpelstiltskin roll my windows and inhale some marijuana I’m smoking
On fire call the fire department I’m an arsonist pessimistic but still optimistic surely I can see the sunrise
And when the father of GOD and the son died we were reborn again unto Christ given an option to opt
Out of a life of sin that’s like the best news you could ever get hoping your heaven sent stay legitimate
No innocence in a world that’s sick is vomit kamikaze suicidal tendencies tending to be ill unsociable
Hugging the toilet bowl throwing up hurling I’m floating I’m falling I’m rolling around a curved whirlwind
Person of several personalities personally words can do a lot of good and wrong depending the way
You word your algorithm got nothing but dope ass wicked sick rhythm send um to a place of curiosity
Mopping the ground up leaving vacant properties like shopping in a monopoly probably gone have to
Get a loan or send um home deprived of natural resources two excuses of living a poor life are I’m poor
And I’m poor so that makes me have a poor life you’re boozing you cruising down a walk of shame get
A different hobby pick a stick and pick up hockey get you a damn hockey mask run in the bank banking
On making a hundred racks or better run it back like Barry Sanders very scary the world is so dangerous
Strange to us seems scandalous hand full of angel dust like Michael the archangel smeared in angel dust
Damn it they banging with hands of rust had um some cuffs because they Levi’s is leaving a rip like
Niptuck get your endurance and wind up or end up in a bad story ending in tragedy tragically sad to see
He had potential so simple it’s sick that talent could be wasted like dropping a bottle of water in Africa
Down on your luck you gotta grind like a hundred coal miners its cold the temperature is below minus
The Midas touch or the mightiest toughest warrior not moving a muscle no wrinkle like Eva Longoria
Long story short never came to come bore ya boredom is another sign of dying slowly with no one
So your lonely living a life kinda like I’m my only option I’m my only fucking homie!
Lonely at the top is like shaking an ice globe I’m ice cold moving with cold feet murdering your beats
Write the dopest raps in my sleep I see the future looking bright for me all I gotta do is keep grinding
Like a skateboard move like Mayweather hey Floyd I got the gold finger with a golden mind gold digger
Go figure blow um to smithereens the guillotine cellophane and morphine morphing into a monster
I’m the ink to the pen I’m the paper to dabble and scribble riddles when I feel poetic I go balls out nudity
Who is he I’m a young rapper the next prodigy you should start fucking with me I’m trying make it up
To somewhere I never been before never seen before never been to ocean shores but I’m a bring
Tsunamis to an ocean do it frankly bad kid bet my teacher probably wanted to spank me too bad
Because I grew up in the 90’s never been known to roll nine deep just me and myself hop in no jeep
Hit the horn like beep beep I gotta keep keep rocking no matter if they rocking with me like chief keef
Oh wait he fell off cheap cheap