Good Luck For Real

Plenty nights I been killing the game
Spot up shot but I'm still in the paint
Be the same ones who be shaking your hands
Behind your back, switch up like Vivian Banks
Lighten up, gimme the ball
I still son boys uncle Phillip of course
I feed the fam first then second is y'all
I know I ain't no saint but I'm feeling absolved

Too bad to fold (come on)
If it ain't about some goals why we chatting for?
'Cause I ain't with the back and forth like McEnroe
No lie, it's bow tie 'cause we at ya throat
Now you know, moves tactical
Jehovan my witness baby, I'm at your door
For the cash and more count it fast and slow
The dope man that a-keep her coming back for more

Dope man got a line out the door
Fast forward to my gold wrist, purple chrome
Twenty four karats around the birthstone
Robe, silk, work from home
Have it my way till the curtains close
Like wow, look at that custom build
Whip the sedan like a Batmobile
Like wow, how you get up for real?
You got good luck for real
Yeah, it's like that

My pops always told me I could be anything I meant to
Enter self-destruction in my mental
Chastity belt 'cause I ain't ever gave a fuck
Best beware of those who next to check ya
When your Alka-Seltzer popping when ya took a rest
They left ya hanging, stop it partner
It's too late to try to hang with us

We the runners of the year, this the tortoise and the hare
This the doggystyle yeah, 'cause I came up out the rear
Speaking of I'm a gentleman, I pull out like a chair
If you want the truth, I dare you, I end ya career
Taking off like a rocket, either you don't or you got it
Ain't do no magma cum laude, I graduated regardless
Believe the dream is upon us, with every cell in my body
This ain't a threat, it's a promise and ain't nobody can stop it
You know it's prophecy, bitch

I ain't need luck back then
And I damn sure don't now
I ain't need luck back then
And I damn sure don't now
You were fronting from the jump back then
And I damn sure showed out
Got a hundred at your pump and ran
'Cause I can't just slow down

I ain't need luck back then
And I damn sure don't now
I ain't need luck back then
And I damn sure don't now
You were fronting from the jump back then
And I damn sure showed out
Got a hundred at your pump and ran
'Cause I can't just slow down

Gold wrist, purple chrome
Twenty four karats around the birthstone
Robe, silk, work from home
Have it my way till the curtains close
Like wow, look at that custom build
Whip the sedan like a Batmobile
Like wow, how you get up for real?
You got good luck for real
Yeah, it's like that