Blessings > Luck

Ain't no good luck, nigga, I got this shit on my own

Wake up, suit up, see it, then I get straight to the pros

Like, damn, baby, I like the way you dress, the way you put it on

Her fit 3,000 but that shit look better when she take it off

I can't even cap, I burned some thousands, learning shit was not a lost

I say the words, they turn his ass to Virgil, get a nigga off

Can't worry about no pawns in this shit, we gon' get the boss

I heard you out here declining and shit, get some different sauce

Bitch too dumb, I cut her off, niggas jeffin', cut it out

Ain't got no paper, don't go outside, he gotta give these bitches the run around