No Luck

Free smurk Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know Whoever knew that a flower would grow Whoever knew that I would up the score Who would ever know that I got your lo We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill We got switches They ain't jamming Ten toes that's how we standing Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon Or about the nick Why these opps thinking they slick They gonna run just like they rick Because I bring the heat just like a bic Feeling like a million bucks I'm a walking liq Tinted windows Armored trucks Designer clothes That is a must All hustle no luck yea I love the way she f*ck If it's up we stuck We be sliding like a hockey puck We be on the ground ten toes like a sandal We be puffing loud swear the crossover is hard to handle No this ain't a joke We want all the smoke like it's a camel Apply the heat and watch it burn watch it melt just like a candle This the last supper baby we all bosses at the table Staying unsigned and we independent f*ck a label Feds be watching they watching us just like it's cable Change the channel we banging heads just like it's heavy metal Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know Whoever knew that a flower would grow Whoever knew that I would up the score Who would ever know that I got your lo We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill We got switches They ain't jamming Ten toes that's how we standing Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon Or about the nick Why these opps thinking they slick They gonna run just like they rick Because I bring the heat just like a bic I told my hitter we gonna change plans if he with his children That's the only rule I got I hope you understanding I don't care if he with his mother or with his girl We gonna send acouple hollows at him and rock his world We just shake this shit up Got extended mags With hollow tips We run up in your house like I'm the grinch Give your ass a fade I'm not talking barbers when I say that I got a clip Yea when you hear this shit rip it'll make you do a flip Next thing all you see is red and blue You think we at war with a crip Paramedics rushing to you quick They just wanna keep you living You trying to breathe Holding onto your throat I told you not to f*ck around with me Now you gotta go Pain and the scars yea that's all that I know Whoever knew that a flower would grow Whoever knew that I would up the score Who would ever know that I got your lo We don't pop a pill when we sliding on a drill We got switches They ain't jamming Ten toes that's how we standing Yea these bullets ain't racist I can't just tell you where they landing We be wildin when we out and I ain't even talking about cannon Or about the nick Why these opps thinking they slick They gonna run just like they rick Because I bring the heat just like a bic