young jd - lucky me lyrics
lucky me lyrics
ayy, he said that my, he said that my, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
he said that my growth is luck, then lucky me
he said that i can’t go hard, just look at me
every time i spit a bar, they hit repeat
now my neck is freezing, i feel like it’s 32 degrees
i just copped a coupe, with the leather seats
trynna make it out, i don’t like these streets
he don’t like my style, at least he’ll like the beat
ima make some m’s, cop a crib and we’ll all be living sweet
i’ve been laying low, even when i grow, they don’t need to know
we’ll be at a show, they’ll be in the rows, while i’m playing those
we about to blow, let these diamonds glow, looking like they snow
i know i’m a pro and i’m making dough while you haters broke
he gon wanna try me, ima leave him laying
they gon be at my shows, only time i’m playing
always in the studio, bangers what i’m making
when i hear the beat, i start to eat like this is bacon
crowd going crazy, man i really love my fans
they gon keep on hating, i don’t care i’m making bands
they gon keep on snaking, i don’t care there not my friends
my songs what there playing, so i don’t need to make amends
he said that my growth is luck, then lucky me
he said that i can’t go hard, just look at me
every time i spit a bar, they hit repeat
now my neck is freezing, i feel like it’s 32 degrees
i just copped a coupe, with the leather seats
trynna make it out, i don’t like these streets
he don’t like my style, at least he’ll like the beat
ima make some m’s, cop a crib and we’ll all be living sweet
2 times, keep on spitting new lines
keep on seeing new crime, all up on the headlines (godd+mn)
new signs, keep on seeing new signs
keep on seeing new lies, everybody 2 times (well then)
screw that, they don’t do wanna love back
why the f+ck i’d trust that, everybody full cap (cut em off)
stay away, everybody’s got a play
everybody wants the dough, everybody wants the fame (block
em all)
he said that my growth is luck, then lucky me
he said that i can’t go hard, just look at me
every time i spit a bar, they hit repeat
now my neck is freezing, i feel like it’s 32 degrees
i just copped a coupe, with the leather seats
trynna make it out, i don’t like these streets
he don’t like my style, at least he’ll like the beat
ima make some m’s, cop a crib and we’ll all be living sweet
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