Lucky You (remix)
mynameisisaque
Haven't said a lot of things in my day
I admit it but right now I'm gonna say
I don't wanna to be fit in and don't wanna to be model
Once I did it, was so awful, but it wasn't my intensions
Just a fucking excuse, I refused
I'm not fool, fuck the law and fuck the rules
Man I used to risk it all, still ain't got that much to lose
I've been eating but my plate's still too empty to be full
Just in case, pass the rest, for your shame
No more rest, fuck the game woo
I got a couple of lyrics, you gotta a couple of autotune
Fuck, as you got all in these lables
I don't give a fuck to what I'm bout to do
They're asking me why the fuck am I not mumbleling rap
And I said I don't have any standard
Cause I am my fucking standard, bitch I'ma stand up reckless
My only advantage is whack to the baddest
Though I gotta words to get in the way from the illest
Fuck man I can be the illest, got in my time, now I can not be denied
Bitch, I'm a quote but you can't get a line, I got em all in my mind
Defy you to come in and find, fine
Cops in the kitchen I'ma tell'em the knives ain't mine
You gotta statement, you're hating cause prolly is mine
Am I the only one giving away the disguise?
Honestly won't sit if want to see made, I'm alive
Breathing the air as the same as I die
Got some polution in my mind
Though I can fly, still I don't have any sign
Ain't got no label to sign, fuck, I resign, now I got mine
Made up a way to define, this is my bed so I finally lie
Pitty for you guys inside, you're lacking experience and living a lie
I might be a hypocrit living outside
At least I'm not tryna hide, no more I won't say goodbye
This is my life and all I can remember is pride
You can get a status, so you get away that feeling
You've been beaten on a competition
And if I can not beat up I'ma be as fuck as humble
Once upon a time I needed to be set up on the stage
And now I got a space waiting for the copycats coming in a wave
I'll send them all new tracks
I might send them autographs, don't be upset
I don't hate a good trap, I just hate bad
Flops getting hits, so you need some dictionaries
Sucking free now? Ain't no one paying your salaries?
And I just wanted an excuse for getting the fuck out of hill
Lyricism is whack now? Yall ill
And I got enough punchlines left
So yall feel the rage inside and all thril
The real flops get out deal and real hits get up kneal
And you got all the stages wooh, you got all the stages ya
Bitch you got the fame wooh, I'm fucking your game hoe
And you got all the stages wooh, you got all the stages ya
Bitch you got the fame wooh, I'm fucking your game hoe
And I'm just playing, you know I love you hahahaha