Fortunate Lyrics

Yo, you know I'ma talk my shit, cause ain't nobody gon' talk it for me

I'm ballin' like I'm Zo or Mello

Remember livin' in a project, sippin' on a mellow yellow

50 cent honey buns, and now and laters,

Playin' with Dragon Ball Z toys, and Power Rangers

Four kids on a twin mattress

Goin' outside, tryin' to avoid the steel clappin'

I'm still at it, still active, still packin'

Cause all I need is one mic, just like Stillmatic

Now peel backwards with that frontin' shit

this ain't a movie when I say I keep a hundred clips

Who the hell you think you fuckin' with

You would think it was a forest when you see us with a bunch of sticks

Straight up dumpin' shit like a trash man

And I'm stereotyped because I'm a black man

They think all we good for is drug movin' and gun shootin'

Man, who the fuck you thought this was, stupid

A real nigga from the get go

And don't try to gas me up, this ain't no sicko

Stay with that pump like a Texaco

I put a shell in a nigga, fuck around and them texts'll blow

The marathon continues, I get my hustle on

I got the city on my shoulders, yeah, my muscles strong

Fuck around, I get to snappin like a mustard song

Or get to flippin' like a somersault

The fuck you thought, that I wouldn't go hard with this shit

Made my way through the game, I bogart in this bitch

Remember the trap spot had blow on the carpet and shit

Damn, I pray the fedrs never walk in this bitch

Pardon the kid whenever I start talkin' my shit

You would think it was lightning when you see them sparkin' and shit

I'm tryin' to avoid the devil in the garden of sin

I do whatever it takes, I'll try my hardest to win

Now look, you can't have success without some type of failure

Don't listen to what a negative fucker try to tell ya

They'll try to knock you off your tracks, don't let them derail ya

And don't buy into that bullshit they tryin' to sell ya

Tell them fuck they two cents

Stay with that peace, ain't talkin' truces

They can't hang with us, so fuck your nooses

I stay on my Q's, they say you got the juice, kid

I feel like Bishop with that steel, Riverside, motherfucker

And for my niggas, I'll split the pie, motherfucker

Never trick on no bitch, no slip and slide, motherfucker

Ain't worried bout nan, nigga, you know what I'm sayin' nigga

Call me, Lui Kang, how I do things

Only options was rap or go to the league, that's word to 2 Chainz

Either way give them the real you

And in this world, they gon' either fear you or feel you

That's real shit