OUTTALUCK

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time F*ck yo 2 cents, I got a dollar and a dime Fucked yo only 2 friends I got one up on yo grind Committing crime way before I ever wrote a rhyme Flipping gas for the time being seeing As too young for a job too old for a hope Wit the mindset I got I say f*ck and throw in the coat But lil bitches already know How I walk and how I roll How I step and how I stroll And the way I live in control Now I need me new rims on the mf whip Want me 22s on some wire spoke god damn rims Know my windows they stay tinted Ain't nobody fuckin wit it But f*ck you f*ck it and anyone who's fuckin wit him Every step feel like a leap Falling head right over feet Still you know my swisher sweet But my blunt still make you weak Because the pressure in my lungs Got me higher then the Chong Got me flying like I'm on the way to fuckin Hong Kong Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Wish I had a new chain Wish I had a new name Wish I had a new brain To organize all the days That I spent playing games Guess it caught up today Wit no way to convey Crumbling wit decay Now while I ponder in my head How we wander till we dead Chasing dollars and the bread Will we fall if we don't tread On the track that they done set Which direction are we led If we just follow full of dread It's going to catch up at the end Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Now you studying my words tryna find the fuckin meaning You are gon' see it you gon' see it When I'm dripping and or leaking How the f*ck you gon' hate when I'm steady out here eating How the f*ck you gon' play when I'm steady out here feasting And the jays on my feet should be enough for me To prove to you I don't no damn luxury Swear I'm humble and I'm modest But jus saying contradicts it But myself I need some fixing and some money might just fix it I should have like five cars Ones with suicide doors Pedal to the metal got the dash at triple digits If I crash then know it's worth it At least I went out fuckin swerving Know my momma feeling nervous Every time I leave the crib Caught me a charge paid it off in the large Blue bills like I'm marge chains torn off the bars Call the cops I stole they cars Police pursuit we going far I relapsed crashed and scarred Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter Imma flutter like a butterfly I got me a lil trouble Growing up a little stubble Losing my mind Doing my time Flipping a dime I'm on my grind Like all the mf time