Bad Luck - Retch

Moon was full the mood was kinda odd

I put the car in drive

Turn up the light

Then i spark the lye (spark dat)

Sport the garments that was hard to find (can't find it nowhere nigga)

(ungh) Lo sport when im steppin' out the soirée

In and out no time to parley (Outta here)

Right out the doorway

--- -- no need to be seen

Collect and disappear (gone)

Bread --- of the back

Like i was never there (gone)

— --- --- by my departure

Another drug dealer turned author

Still sell work out the barber

I --- stop why bother?

Better toss --- grams to my little mans (get it poppin)

And my Patterson niggas all for --- --- - --

(hah)niggas still hustle for so and so

I had some coke you had to cut or you would overdose

I think i might of killed a fiend when i was sixteen

But thats another story ---- ---- ---- ------

I be higher than giraffe pussy (light up)

Had to let off broad day at the last pussy

(bitch niggas)

Nigga this that murder shit you ride to

Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you

If a nigga act up oh well

Bad luck

Hit him in the head

Leave that pussy nigga dead

You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga

Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga

So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms

at the church crying screaming at the lord

Niggas still talking fights like its 10th grade

You can catch this hot lead before you catch a fades

But dont get it fucked up i knocked some niggas out

Rup on a front a niggas moms in front a niggas house

Nigga i been with the shits since like potty training

I sold cracks before weed and thats a honest statement (real talk)

I was smoking sour in the county jail

Microwave --- bread just to hide the smell

Illest young nigga under twenty three

By 12thgrade nigga moved about 20 p’s

Couples times i fucked my money up and got it back

Sometimes i thank the lord for dope and thats a honest fact

This for my nigga bracking cars balling popping tags

For all my niggas that burn their fingers on them plastic bags

(hah) Fuck all of you ugly niggas

Might get to jumping off the stage and get to jumping niggas

(pussys)

Nigga this that murder shit you ride to

Pockets full of cracks with your burner right beside you

If a nigga act up

Oh well bad luck

Hit him in the head

Leave that pussy nigga dead

You let em do that shit to you you gotta learn little nigga

Cause bullets really hurt and they burn little nigga

So keep that shit in mind before they leave it on the floor and have your moms

at the church crying screaming at the lord