This is a song about "Luck"

What, what ... project shit what

Don't even try to push your luck/

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

And if you think if you're something you're out of shit luck

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Money i make em buck

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

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