LUCKY BASTARD

Yo yo yo, is this shit on? I think this shit's on
I.. think it's yeah yeah
(It's on just go for it)
Mic check, Mic check,
(You got nothing to lose)
Yo yo
(What's that, do I smell waffles?)
Uh, out of mind, a different mental state

Puff puff, pass the jay until the pain fade away
When I'm gone, I'm out of space
100,000 million light years away
What can I say, I'm just a lucky bastard
(Hahahaha)
Pockets full of aces, know we run them tables good
Rollin' round my neighborhood, V12 tinted
Survival of the fittest
And you know we passed them classes

Matter of fact, you know we manufacture classics
Rocket check like Nike, these not Asics
I rock y'a chick I bet she like me, she won't say shit
I'm caught up zonin' in my space ship

Quarter 6 Shit, I'm tryna turn my city up
Go ahead, grab the styrofoam, pour it up
On this wave, we gon' ride out
Ain't no ride or die, we getting high now

Sittin' in the whip, sunk in the seat, the sunken place
The beat repeat, I reminisce about them good old days
I tried to right my wrongs, I write to God to see them gates
But God gon' keep it locked to stop the trespassing

And God gon' keep it locked cause he don't wanna see a lucky bastard's face
Walkin' in like, what the fuck I'm on today
Walkin' in like a motherfucker, run the place
I run the place, while you runnin' place

You been to places, I'm goin' places, it's different
SOUP
So Up