(Prod Trax) Lyrics: Why they wishing me luck?
Imma wish you some skill,
Now you in a pickle,
Not talkin bout no dill,
I live with rap and I ain’t payin no bill,
Imma show you who needs luck.
Don’t need a four leave clover,
To get shawty to bend over,
She like the way I ball more than a bolder,
I’m breaking down green like lawn mower,
She askin “what’s that Oder?”
My raps are like essay’s,
I go hard on the closure,
Never slower,
Yeah Im going the fast life,
Forget the past life,
Think about future wife,
Hope better for future life,,
Take all the bull shit and neutralize,
It gives me better highs,
Uh,
I get so much green I pick it off with a scythe
Shawty look at me and get butterflies,
She listen to my music and get fireflies,
Rap for me is like a walk in the park,
Why you act like it’s a hike,
I been ridin up that hill with a bike,
I used to rap without a mic,
Running through the darkness lookin for a light,
I remember when people picked on me back then that’s quite disturbing,
I was just learning,
It’s non of your concerning,
Hope you’ll be in hell burning,
Look how the tables are turning,
Uh,
Now I stay fly like a mothafuckin kite,
my hands take over when I mothafuckin write,
All these hater always think they right,
Hold on Hold on,
Rewind Rewind,
You not just a pussy you a feline,
Uh,
That’s right be kind,
That’s why yo bitch hit my line,
She wanna dig in,
she ready to dine,
Watch the hands on the clock,
I’m spitting every tick tock,
You wanna be in my shoes but you couldn’t even fit in my socks,
I’m livin the hard life but I’m still runnin on rocks,
I was in the deep end now I’m at the dock,
Clear the floor cause I’m bout to mop,
New Jordan’s yeah I had to cop,
You said I’m at the bottom but who said you at the top,
I tried giving a fuck but I guess I’m out of stock,
Shoot my shot without the Glock,
Uh shot too many rounds,
Uh I never lettem down,
Uh they’ll never get the crown,
Uh my drip makin me drown,
I’m makin the shit shutdown,
Don’t play with me this ain’t a playground,
All these bitches think they broken,
Uh,
You just need a little money with some tokens,
People picked on me now they just pokin,
Why you sleepin on the one thing that’s woken,
You gotta be jokin,
Huh,
Get off my dick swear they always be chokin,
Hit me with you best shot bitch I’m wide open,
I’m in the age where I’m livin golden,
You better be ready,
Imma work hard till I’m sweaty,
Critical flow it’s deadly,
Huh,
So cold I top it off with a cherry,
I play with the kitty like Tom and. Jerry,
She asked me if I was godly I said very,
This is where the magic happens call me Harry,
Huh, huh,
Don’t milk the situation I don’t fuck wit dairy,
Huh huh,
I own this shit like a ground hog in the Prairie,
Stay fly like a fairy,
Fuck it im not playing fairly,
So now you better watch yo step carefully,