"Bad Luck" lyrics
(feat. WESTSIDE BOOGIE)
I ain't even superstitious
But sometimes I feel like they're watching
Man I ain't even fucking with it
If it ain't bout no pussy, profit
Man I ain't even tryna listen
Fuck a Pot I need your palm to piss in
I had uncles in and out prison
Playin public enemy at dinner
Like my nephew finna be a singer
Whole bloodline gonna shine one time
One of our stories end fine one time
Maybe if I pass out
Laying back down looking straight up
The stars would align one time?
Well fuck if they don't-
Forget all the shit that I spoke
Yeah, just hit my line for a quote
I'm pawning your momma's couch
Bitches look at me astonished now
You ain't had the story written for you
Had to flip it - why we so uncommon now
I walk around
Like, like, like exactly how I want
They found cancer on my daddy's lungs
I cried and smoked a blunt
Ain't no fronts, making luck
Used to play me like chump
Now it's 1st class out to Brooklyn
With some dussee in my cup
I got true say on my tongue
Getting comfy by my tab
I got faith but I still need some luck like really fucking bad
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Woah, woah
I used to live in the cracks
I walk into Shady and tell em to give me the racks
My life on a loop
The devil keep sending me packs
Shoutout to Nip, I'm slapping you niggas
While I'm on my victory lap
Niggas don't need me to rap
How you gon eat where you at
I keep seeing violence
Can't help it, I'm fantasizing
'Bout streets that I was fighting
[?]
No bitch I can't describe it
You try to ask what the price man
Then I'm gon' need a stipen
To my life and let me dive in
I'm in deep I'm in deep
All my battles been unique
I got hatred in my head
And I got blood all on my feet
Tell my niggas fuck them hoes
But I can't practice what I preach
Think about my ex I tweet
I say fuck it, roll some leaf
I don't believe in fatigue, whoa
Ain't no bitch in the world that can say she was outta my league
I hope you get up to speed
Offer me to breathe it's all toxic and full of fumes
Cause I done been consumed by the voices that's in my room
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
But sometimes I feel like they're watching
Man I ain't even fucking with it
If it ain't bout no pussy, profit
Man I ain't even tryna listen
Fuck a Pot I need your palm to piss in
I had uncles in and out prison
Playin public enemy at dinner
Like my nephew finna be a singer
Whole bloodline gonna shine one time
One of our stories end fine one time
Maybe if I pass out
Laying back down looking straight up
The stars would align one time?
Well fuck if they don't-
Forget all the shit that I spoke
Yeah, just hit my line for a quote
I'm pawning your momma's couch
Bitches look at me astonished now
You ain't had the story written for you
Had to flip it - why we so uncommon now
I walk around
Like, like, like exactly how I want
They found cancer on my daddy's lungs
I cried and smoked a blunt
Ain't no fronts, making luck
Used to play me like chump
Now it's 1st class out to Brooklyn
With some dussee in my cup
I got true say on my tongue
Getting comfy by my tab
I got faith but I still need some luck like really fucking bad
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Woah, woah
I used to live in the cracks
I walk into Shady and tell em to give me the racks
My life on a loop
The devil keep sending me packs
Shoutout to Nip, I'm slapping you niggas
While I'm on my victory lap
Niggas don't need me to rap
How you gon eat where you at
I keep seeing violence
Can't help it, I'm fantasizing
'Bout streets that I was fighting
[?]
No bitch I can't describe it
You try to ask what the price man
Then I'm gon' need a stipen
To my life and let me dive in
I'm in deep I'm in deep
All my battles been unique
I got hatred in my head
And I got blood all on my feet
Tell my niggas fuck them hoes
But I can't practice what I preach
Think about my ex I tweet
I say fuck it, roll some leaf
I don't believe in fatigue, whoa
Ain't no bitch in the world that can say she was outta my league
I hope you get up to speed
Offer me to breathe it's all toxic and full of fumes
Cause I done been consumed by the voices that's in my room
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
Look around it's all bad luck
Hold it down till I'm back up
Stretch it, make it last bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast bucks
Where they at huh?
