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danny myers - ya luck's up lyrics

[verse/round 1]
i ain’t tryin’ to set this battle up just to bring me stardom
i’m settin’ it up so i can tell you to ya face i’m the king of harlem
i can’t praise n-ggas in this game while i dwell in it
they don’t get it
my aroma my come off a bit h-ll scented
let’s delve in it
can’t hide behind a masked n-gga ya veil lifted
how can y’all champion a name wit’ two l’s in it
ya tales vivid of all this block pumpin’ you need to stop frontin’
if you still loaded wit’ all these years, you never shot nothin’
grey hoodie wouldn’t dare stumble or cross my way, would he?
he can have a convo with the voice in my head like a boogie
we miss that old lux
he ain’t nice as he once was
don’t convince me
beloved haunted by his past like that old film with oprah winfrey
b. dot’s over ya head when i raise the sh-t
you influence n-ggas
when i hear verses like that n-gga ace’s clique, it hits me
you ain’t came to the west and took 10 paces wit’ me
b-tch i’m the n-gga loaded must leave home and touch bases wit’
come to california, n-ggas get done filthy here’
as we sit wit’ blood stains on our clothes n-ggas call it guilty gear
y’all gotta feel me here
i spit vagrantly
you were labeled a “king” mistakenly
ya throne was once occupied now i sense vacancy
you battle every few years, the irony
mr. you gon’ get this work is really a temp agency
but check my resume, i’m the one slayin’ the vets
if i get one shot wit’ loaded in a chamber i ain’t the one playin’ roulette
but can one destroy or one avoid the unemployeed
my gun deploy
can’t look a gift horse in the mouth, i’m through the gates like the son of troy
you gettin’ hunted boy
my p-ssion ain’t a problem
we ran a train on yo’ b-tch that’s the fastest way to harlem
i solved him
you’ve been rubix cubed, i knew this dude would rob stuff to compare
i knew this would be one sided once i lined up wit’ a square
f-ck all ya prior prints and all them higher ranks
them n-ggas is what myers ain’t
i seen loaded stand in front of a calicoe and fire blanks
go see jc, they lightin’ all them pictures iron paint
ain’t n0body hatin’ on you
the small room waitin’ on you
bar god

- danny myers lyrics

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