No Luck - 3D Na'Tee

Did Sway in the Morning, back in the hood by the evening

Even when I met Steven had pistols under the seating

Y’all do it for fame, I do it for different reasons

Cause either Imma rap or continue risking my freedom

Was in and out of labels, living with family like Richie and Aunt Rachel

Though family matters, even some of them are hateful

Had me whipping white like Rayful, cause Nggs love to brag about how they made

you

That’s the type of shxt that age you, and everybody asking me bout Timbaland

He was a gentleman, though his staff tried to play me like I’m a simpleton

I came from the slums, but I never been a indigent

Now new Niggas can’t come round gotta get penciled in

Worth 6 figures nigga come up off a incidents

So I’m never flashy, seen too many backseats

Though I’m still the same chick just I’m Tryna exsponge he the rap sheetp

Go legit now, put the bricks down, clean piss now

Had cocaine on my stove in pickle jars

As far as starting from the bottom I saw different odd

So the least of my worries is who I’m pissing off

My lil cousin doing 20 they just shipped em off

So it’s literally and honor that I could spit to y’all

Thinking that I lucked up

Y’all Niggas really got me fucked up, what

I hear em saying that I lucked up

But y’all negus really got me fucked up

Saw what I want had to take it

I been a boss in the making, fuck all the the ones that was hating

No one game me Nathan

So I do not owe explanations

Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown

Whoa whoa/ kemosabie

I remember in o6 it was a hobbie/

Now I gotta stop for pictures in the lobby/ I remember picturing ducking prison

with the shotty

Fuck an illuminati/ I’m smart ast a cum laude

I move godly/ everything that I exude godly

I don’t owe it to Steve and I don’t owe it to Russell

I don’t own it to Yankee/ bxtch I owe it to my hustle

They was living in a bubble I was living in the struggle

The transition was subtle/ the grams had me befuddled

Mama was smoking crack/ her drug use had me puzzle

Addiction make it feel like they don’t love

In addition daddy missing out his temple to the muzzle

I kinda took it as a fuck you/

Imagine having no one but you

Not tell me who The fuck I owe my luck to

When from living with caseworkers

Can’t the rent to meeting with Vince Herbert

At his expense/ from selling weed

To talks with la ried pockets thick as Della Reese

What the fuck you telling me/ god keep on blessing me

Doubting nggs stressing me/ blame it on the jealously

Industry / looking at me sexually

But you thinking that I lucked up/ y’all niggas really got it fucked up

I hear em saying that I lucked up

But y’all negus really got me fucked up

Saw what I want had to take it

I been a boss in the making/ fuck all the the ones that was hating

No one game me Nathan

So I do not owe explanations

Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown