This is a song about "Luck"

The cool say i'm thug

Cause im shit outta luck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

What, what ... project shit what

Our priorities are fucked up,when somebody makes it,"it's just luck"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

It's not making sense to you right now but

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Prying for the loose puck, supplying opponent's bad luck

Main attaction dont come without skills,or luck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.