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 f*ck 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