Lucky me, if they want my spot, then they gotta come for meJust know I want this shit more than whatever it is you want from meAnd the only thought at night that comforts me is starvin’ whoever’s huntin’ meShit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing’s freeAnd separated from hell by one degreeSurrounded by niggas who did first degreeAnd the other ones that never got they first degree, sheeshLucky me, yeah, I done slashed hoes like I’m Slash on some rockstar shitEven bought Slash old crib, that’s rockstar as it getsAnd have my hands on the R&B legends you couldn’t handleWhether you do music or not, you wish you could sampleAnd I had to live through the scandalsPublic humiliations and breakups on cameraIt’s a living nightmare when your dream girl has to get canceledAnd you gotta delete all the photos and shit like you never Instagramed itAnd you get off track but somehow you gotta stay transitMan, lucky me, I was diagnosed with a heart disease at 19Doctors said they had to cut it open, put a pacemaker on it to put it back on beat‘Til my mother took me to holistic doctors and they prescribed me magnesium for two weeksWent back to the regular doctors, and they said, “Huh? Damn, looks like we don’t need to proceed”That’s how I know that western medicine weakMan, lucky me, to be the chosen oneAnd save for the special occasions like I was opus oneYou know and I’ma live forever like Walt Disney, the frozen oneDone flew so many times past the limit, I didn’t even know it was oneAnd face our problems head-on when they told us to runAnd run it up where no one would comeWhen I had literally died but then came back aliveAnd it’s the furthest thing that I know from over and doneAnd I don’t even have to say it, you know where I’m from (Bitch)Lucky me, lucky who? Lucky trueIt’s a wonder what prayer, working smarter, and love can doAnd y’all got an efficient and humble crewAnd you got a long list of the things y’all wanna doShit, who knows, lucky me can turn into lucky youWe turned nothing to something so much it’s nothing newI know lady luck so well, I swear that’s like my bottom bitch number twoDoing what we love and choose with lots to lose and more to proveAin’t running from nothing but haven’t lost sight of the finish line that we been runnin’ toLil’ bitch, this Detroit fucking 2My thoughts is all-black, yeah, I’m back to the rootsFuck your white flag, ho, I don’t want no truceAnd we all in the huddle, they like, “It’s on you”Mm, lucky me (Me), pressure’s what I eatAin’t no roses at my feet, just the blood on the concrete(Hit-Boy on the beat, so bitch you gotta go berserk)Look, the mission is covert, I stuck to the codeAnd you don’t know the code word
Once they start me up, just know that it’s over (Woah, woah)My soul is solace, surrounded by angels and soldiers on soldiersWorld turned me cold, game turned me colderSittin’, ‘course I look like I’ma beat a fuckin’ feature on her (Like woah)Cup runneth over and she comin’ over (Woah)And she told me that her lil’ bro wanna be me when he older (That’s facts)Look, I ain’t gon’ hold you thoughPut in my family, I feel like UtopiaFalling in love with this lead is my phobiaMy ho seen first class so it ain’t no coaching usWoah there, don’t go there, now slow down lil’ brodieI know you don’t know meI buffed up my chest up, I feel like Hulk HoganI walk in the building like everybody owe meMove heaven on Earth, this shit feel like erosionThe Don, I’m the king, I’m consultin’ the soldiersYou talked to me nice and not real, I’m insultedI bet on myself, ain’t no way my hand’s foldingWhat’s a limitation? Fuck your validationI don’t got a figure, god flow, got it renovatedDemon slayer and my bitch slayingLegendary, it’s insinuatingTwo guards outside barricading’ while I’m serenadingParadise covin’ while I’m strokingPussy tight, I’m claustrophobicShe so damn down and devotedGot me wondering what’s her motivesRemember my feelings don’t mean shit to none of my goals so I gotta stay focusedThis city is soulless, this shit get too vulgarSeen bodies wrapped up in them white sheets [?]Look, the mission is covert, I stuck to the codeAnd you don’t know the code wordOnce they start me up, just know that it’s over (Woah, woah)My soul is solace, surrounded by angels and soldiers on soldiersWorld turned me cold, game turned me colderSittin’ courtside lookin’ like I’ma beat a fuckin’ feature on her (Like woah)Cup runneth over and she comin’ over (Woah)And she told me that her lil’ bro wanna be me when he older (That’s facts)Look, I ain’t gon’ hold you thoughPut in my family, I feel like UtopiaFalling in love with this lead is my phobiaMy ho seen first class so it ain’t no coaching usMy ho seen first class so it ain’t no coaching usNobody over us, ‘cept the ones we lost that stay watching over usPraying, prayingAmenWait on me