Street Lottery
Da strongest hearts got da most scars
Say I been ridin' round tryna play my cards right
Tryin' not to lose my life
And so much shit going on I gotta keep it tight
I just talked to my patna he say, "Bra shit gettin' wicked"
Me I said fuck it went and copped me a thirty extension
Patiently waitin' to let a bitch feel it
Dey gone have to pour out Henny
My mama told me I was born a menace, more like a problem child
But shit I ain't hearin it, ridin' round thuggin' in these trenches
Young nigga livin' relentless, with no regards
Don't give no fucks, I was livin' small now I'm livin' large
My daddy told me you better play yo cards
It's either you gone eat or you gone starve
I'm poppin' pills, dey got me feeling loaded
When I get lost off in my thoughts I just get to roamin'
Talkin' to my demons, dey got me feeling lonely
How you gone tell me that you love me but you never show it?
I'm on a all late night flight
Me and my pipe rollin' dice, ain't thinkin' twice
Two wrongs could never make it right
I'm gamblin' tryna hit da street lottery
Will I live to see my potential? Maybe, probably
Foot on da gas, it ain't no stoppin' me
And you ain't gotta tell me dat you proud of me, aye
Aye say I'm a street prodigy I'm preachin' to my peeps in da street off in my colony
And it's all about da quality, never da quantity
Say I been ridin' round tryna play my cards right
Tryin' not to lose my life
And so much shit going on I gotta keep it tight
I just talked to my patna he say, "Bra shit gettin' wicked"
Me I said fuck it went and copped me a thirty extension
Patiently waitin' to let a bitch feel it
Dey gone have to pour out Henny
My mama told me I was born a menace, more like a problem child
But shit I ain't hearin it, ridin' round thuggin' in these trenches
Young nigga livin' relentless, with no regards
Don't give no fucks, I was livin' small now I'm livin' large
My daddy told me you better play yo cards
It's either you gone eat or you gone starve
I'm poppin' pills, dey got me feeling loaded
When I get lost off in my thoughts I just get to roamin'
Talkin' to my demons, dey got me feeling lonely
How you gone tell me that you love me but you never show it?
I'm on a all late night flight
Me and my pipe rollin' dice, ain't thinkin' twice
Two wrongs could never make it right
I'm gamblin' tryna hit da street lottery
Will I live to see my potential? Maybe, probably
Foot on da gas, it ain't no stoppin' me
And you ain't gotta tell me dat you proud of me, aye
Aye say I'm a street prodigy I'm preachin' to my peeps in da street off in my colony
And it's all about da quality, never da quantity
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Writer(s): Davon Amaker
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