Exxe - Lucky Day (feat. Knucky)
Best put yo hands up if you don't then I'ma shoot
I need that wallet run yo jewelry and them shoes
Don't take it personal this ain't about me and you
Life getting harder so I had to make some moves
Best put yo hands up if you don't I'll let it spray
Don't try no funny shit boy do just what I say
Ain't no one smiling this ain't really time to play
I'm sorry nigga this just ain't your lucky day
I've been out in these streets, just trying to make it homie
I'll get you what you need, so good you'll think it's phony
They trying to take control me, they wanna gang up on me
They see I'm on my knees, they feel the sanctimony
I just want bread and cheese, make sure my plate is pokin
If everybody eatin nigga why not me? Everybody talk about it then it's time I see
I've been trying to be a good man. Getting by tryna sell my trees
But if I'm really getting to the money then I gotta try something
Cuz a broke life don't come cheap
Well. everybody Robin, no Batman Everybody robbin in the hood
I'ma have to figure out the back end. I don't really get it how I should
I just need to come up on a rack and I don't want to get misunderstood
I could learn to hit it with some back spin or I could run up on you whats good
I just want that caviar, Push that start that, Jaguar
I just want that cash to fall. Catch that, catch that, master ball
I just need that ever after, can't end the chapter on bust
So run that shit boy make it fast or I'll turn that ass into dust
Best put yo hands up if you don't then I'ma shoot
I need that wallet run yo jewelry and them shoes
Don't take it personal this ain't about me and you
Life getting harder so I had to make some moves
Best put yo hands up if you don't I'll let it spray
Don't try no funny shit boy do just what I say
Ain't no one smiling this ain't really time to play
I'm sorry nigga this just ain't your lucky day
These days ain't worthy of me
Ain't feeling shit personally, If I tweak don't take it personal G
I've been giving myself to people who really ain't that deserving of me
Some days I wanna take a knife and dig my heart out surgically
Show y'all all the hurt I receive and that's daily
Screaming at the sky I be asking somebody to save me
A, grown man at heart but at times still feel like mama's baby
Working these nine to fives that act like they too broke to pay me what I'm worth
Knowing they got more than they should sitting in their savings
I'm, sleeping too much, can't seem to get up out this slump, I'm
Prolly dealing with more shit than your neighborhood plumber
All I got to my name is this fucking high school diploma
Meanwhile I see niggas buying anything that they wanna
Living in this white mans world, how am I to survive in this
Cuz they say black heads are bad word to your dermatologist
Fuck it I done made up my mind that I'm finna go and rob some shit
Comparison a thief of joy I'ma steal until i got some shit
Best put yo hands up if you don't then I'ma shoot
I need that wallet run yo jewelry and them shoes
Don't take it personal this ain't about me and you
Life getting harder so I had to make some moves
Best put yo hands up if you don't I'll let it spray
Don't try no funny shit boy do just what I say
Ain't no one smiling this ain't really time to play
I'm sorry nigga this just ain't your lucky day
Written by:
Timothy Brown, Xavier Bradley
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