Lucky ft. Mic Brim Lyrics

Plenty of nights I could've died by the hands

Of these cold wicked streets

Somehow I'm here I'm alive somebody had they

Hand on me

Ayo I grew up with superstitions

Only hop in coupes when the roof is missing

Two guns tucked deep in the true religions

No respect for authority all the rules dismissed them

The irony, I like to travel but never move my pivot

As a youngin made stupid decisions

Grandma raised me in church

But I somehow got involved with Lucifers business

Tucking hammers running with dealers couple of scammers

50k a week spent on glamor

Damn

Money is the root of evil

That's a semi truth rooted through envy

But I also seen what it do to people

Vikings skin you cannot offend me

Raised in a lion's den

But shed a tear every night

Knowing that God condems me

Sinister living criminal thoughts tempting

Life would have been different had I followed my intuition

Saw the disappointment in her eyes

My pride made me dismiss it

But 100k in the glove is clouding all of my decisions

Plenty of nights I could've died by the hands

Of these cold wicked streets

Somehow I'm here I'm alive somebody had they

Hand on me

I'm lucky

If you knew where I made it from

(I'm proud) to see the sun

I battled the big bad wolf face to face I defeated him

I hate my friends but I love my enemies dearly

Cause I never know where I stand with my friends

But I know my haters want to kill me

I hate my friends

But I love my enemies

Cause my friends switch sides

But my haters always keep the same energy

I said my friends switch sides but my haters always keep the same energy

Plenty of lonely nights

Plenty of homeless nights

When your back against the wall you roll the dice

You want to love but you can't because the world got yo mind like a poltergeist

When I'm alone in my room at night

The world has no idea I'm gonna lose this fight

I write this note to my pain signed from me

I hope I never see you again

Been around the world searched high and low for answers hidden in broad day

I need to know the truth

I can't find my sanity

I can't find my sanity

This road is cursed

I hate traveling down memory lane

It just exposes hurt

'Cause the people who know the first

Person to call is you whenever then need a hand

Seem to get amnesia the very moment the role's reversed

I don't be down a lot

Take it back

I don't let many know I'm down a lot

I hold them down but not

Many people can say they even check in

Same people who label you a best friend

Wouldn't redirect you out of a dead end

That's 'cause it's them

Now let that set in

Yeah

Then your efforts come into question

It's wild

Your perception

Of a day one gets flipped upside down

And they become strangers at the eleventh

Yeah

How much grace am I to give before it's me

How many do you gotta put before your needs

The burden of any person who chose the lead

Is that no good deed