Bad Luck - sleepy hallow

Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck

And I don’t do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut

Gang up in the front, chopper make 'em back up

I got what you want, Winners Circle, get your cash up

Who got you gassed up?

I’m smokin' gas, car gassed up

And you know we gon' do the dash, can’t pass us

Pull up, skrrt, gang, got the whole city wild up

Talkin' choppers, I’ma carry like Mariah

I know gang look like a stain, come and try us

We gon' ride 'til we got a flat tire

I know who gon' ride, who gon' slide

Who gon' really care about me if I die?

Sometimes, demons be arguin' in my mind

Demons at my door say they just wanna come inside

Shots fired, opps shot, another opp die

Cops shot another black guy

Know you hear it all the time

Word came from the grapevine

They don’t wanna see a nigga shine

Know they wanna take mine

I ain’t ever think I would shine

I ain’t ever think I would

Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck

And I don’t do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut

Gang up in the front, chopper make 'em back up

I got what you want, Winners Circle, get your cash up

I go through a lot nobody knows

Nobody made me do it, nigga, this the life I chose

Givin' back for all the days I was broke

'Cause I know it ain’t easy tryna stand ten toes

Buy a coat 'cause the streets gettin' cold, huh

And they ain’t really with you, they can’t wait until you go

Told my auntie, «Please hold on»

«You been prayin' all your life, been livin' for so long»

I still hit my grandma up for a meal, I’m still off of them pills

My mama sense it when I’m hurt, but I can’t tell her the deal

They know, huh, I’m a god in the flesh

You know you feel the pain when it’s all in your chest

We gon' ball like we Thompson and Steph

You shoot when I’m shootin', we do it all for the net

Fuck it, you could take it all if you want some respect

'Cause I done did it all, did it all for the set

Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck

And I don’t do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut

Gang up in the front, chopper make 'em back up

I got what you want, Winners Circle, get your cash up