Lottery
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Look what you did
Finally done put on my hood for the kids
Now they lookin' up to me like, "This where we live?"
Project apartments, was clutchin' them cigs
Glock 40, them carbons that came with the dicks
Rap Forrest Lane, used to slangin' them bricks
When I make it, make sure to put chains on my clique
The people, they love me, I'm tryin' not to quit
I'm the light of the streets and I gotta go get it
Dear heavenly father, just watch my position
Know my intentions, I'm hot on a mission
I still get upset, I got partners in prison
Thinkin' I'm friendly, I'm not tryna risk it
Really a shooter, I shot with precision
The rap just like dope, nigga, watch how I whip it
Tell the streets that I'm next
Take off, no jet
Private planes when them labels call
Got my hands up, a whole thread
She got on drawers, tell her take 'em off
Right now, I'm feelin' blessed
Granny keep lookin' down on me
'Cause I'm lookin' up to that check
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm fly as hell, she high as hell
She said I'm a freak, I said, "I can tell"
So you ain't gotta lie to me
I feel like I hit the lottery
I done ran a mile, check
At the bottom where I used to be
Break these hoes in
Now the top is all I ever see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So you ain't gotta lie to me
I feel like I hit the lottery
Made up my mind that I finally can eat
I just pray that y'all listen and see what I see
I come from the struggle, I didn't have no money
Some days I was dusty, you see what I mean?
Niggas'll kill just to be where I be
I know that they with it, they plottin' on me
But know that I'm strapped with that rocket on me
And know that I'm not finna stop when I squeeze
Took a minute just to do it
At the church house gettin' saved
Gotta thank God that we made it here
All them long nights that I prayed
And them long nights that I waited
All in the trap, we was gettin' faded
See the reason they hatin' on me
Bitch nigga, we made it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm fly as hell, she high as hell
She said I'm a freak, I said, "I can tell"
So you ain't gotta lie to me
I feel like I hit the lottery
I done ran a mile, check
At the bottom where I used to be
Break these hoes in
Now the top is all I ever see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So you ain't gotta lie to me
I feel like I hit the lottery