Wheel Of Fortune

Wheel of fortune, will my fortune run out Wheel of fortune, will my fortune run out I'm fortunate to be scorching When I come out and step, a nigga torching SHEP, that nigga boring That nigga lame He rap about same Bullshii, community flipped on it's back That's a full blitz Lil bitch do a full split, but just on the tip Of the iceberg, I'm a nice nerd A black nigga, but I spike word Down on tracks, rather than flip them packs And f*ck around and never come back Cause I know a few who would pay that bail But to be honest, I'd go to jail I'd be found guilty on multiple accounts That's why I'd rather work a job and stack it all in account Hell I don't even need an accountant To attend to past payment Cause I just spend it and doubled it That's work ethic I'm blessed with Used to be a straight A student That's knowledge in brain, wordsmith Word, what's more dangerous A nigga with a sword as a tongue Or a nigga holding a gun Telling you to hand up yo shii Only one can take down a nation So they make sure to silence, shhh Who knocking at the door, stay silent, shhh I mean spin the wheel of fortune See what you win when you from poverty Only the real relate to the struggle Of hot ramen and boiled hot dogs and grilled cheese On occasion we'd eat lil cees Till I'd stack me a lil C's Cash green, that's how I liked it handed it to me Been on my grind since fifteen Helping to feed my family Anybody talking down on me Ask them all that I've done for them before they started hating I'm tired of all the fucking faking I got a god complex that'll leave you fucking faceless If you wanna get to fading And I dare a wannabe rap nigga to try to diss I'd be just like yo soiled fit Straight pissed Ya'll not understanding For years I've been dreaming of millions and this the closest I'll get to it The scrutiny and misfortune, I've been through it With my mama, I got into it With my father, we congruent My brothers, we, ah screw it You can hear more about that later I've been hungry since cicada, years ago Dedicated years to my craft lil hoe Call me da-cater, I'm dope Whip it and sell it like slavery Wanna buy a whip and chain to savor-it That's the slave in me Tryna boast about what white folk gave to me I ain't racist, but that's the type of shii I hate to see Causing me a vacancy To silent hill with vibrant tree Vibing with nature leaves A feeling of purity Tryna get away from the fortunate life I live Trade it in for peace I mean Spin the wheel of fortune And see what you win when you from poverty Watching yo mama struggle As all of the stress double And family drama every week Granny and cousins talking shii Mama and daddy bark but never bit Growing distant from siblings shii Niggas round the way bitching and shii Plotting on me and mines Thinking my life better Hell it prolly was in they eyes I can see it