LUCKY BASTARD Lyrics

Yo yo yo, is this shit on? I think this shit's on

I.. think it's yeah yeah

(It's on just go for it)

Mic check, Mic check,

(You got nothing to lose)

Yo yo

(What's that, do I smell waffles?)

Uh, out of mind, a different mental state

Puff puff, pass the jay until the pain fade away

When I'm gone, I'm out of space

100,000 million light years away

What can I say, I'm just a lucky bastard

(Hahahaha)

Pockets full of aces, know we run them tables good

Rollin' round my neighborhood, V12 tinted

Survival of the fittest

And you know we passed them classes

Matter of fact, you know we manufacture classics

Rocket check like Nike, these not Asics

I rock y'a chick I bet she like me, she won't say shit

I'm caught up zonin' in my space ship

Quarter 6 Shit, I'm tryna turn my city up

Go ahead, grab the styrofoam, pour it up

On this wave, we gon' ride out

Ain't no ride or die, we getting high now

Sittin' in the whip, sunk in the seat, the sunken place

The beat repeat, I reminisce about them good old days

I tried to right my wrongs, I write to God to see them gates

But God gon' keep it locked to stop the trespassing

And God gon' keep it locked cause he don't wanna see a lucky bastard's face

Walkin' in like, what the fuck I'm on today

Walkin' in like a motherfucker, run the place

I run the place, while you runnin' place

You been to places, I'm goin' places, it's different

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