Fuck Luck - Tim North

Pulled up

Like I’m cruisin' in a 'lac

And the crew’s all in the back

Like some crude oil

Slick talkin'

And everybody trying to ask

What’s the motion, where we been goin'

One thing you know, this city been goin'

And we keep it bumpin' 'til the morning

All that money is the motive

Everybody trying to roll with

Once the plan got put in motion

Where was ya’ll with that devotion

When I’d

Throw a verse in the trash

Now I’m like a pro, first round with the draft

Now I’m bout to go, see my spot up on the map

One thing about the numbers;

there’s no fuckin' with the math

Man, I’m trying to be

Really on that

Anybody comin w me puttin in a hundred fifty

Get a million back

Yeah im tryna be

Cool calm and collected w the connection

This ain’t no clique

Boy that’s a collective

Thats the objective

More than objects, yea you feelin me?

So they pay up

Now everywhere I go they telling me to «stay up»

I’m seein every homie from round the way on the way up

Packin light up on the move

Still im heavy in the weigh up

Yeah heavy w the weight

Heard what I say

Seen em all lace up the kicks just run their mouth

Never set foot in the game

(hook)

Im just getting that work up

I Ain’t feeling too stress

Everybody trying to chirp now

Like they got next

Shit

I wish you the best

I really mean it

I wish you the best

I really mean it

Cause I been keeping my head down

Ain’t feelin too stress

I heard you got next now

Shit

I wish you the best

I really mean it

Yeah I really mean it

Cause I know yall need it

Look like yall need it

While I’m yellin out

Fuck luck

Fuck luck

Something I ain’t never needed much of

And anybody trying to see me

What’s up

Fuck w me u best believe the team will throw they gloves off

Right here, right now

Oh i guess you ain’t with that style

Oh i guess you ain’t live downtown

Still you trying to come get that sound

Oh

I get it now, all the shit that I grew up with

Never used to be a, part of the subject

Now the youths in my town about to run shit

Make a move and everybody trying to run with

Shit

Still we on first

Never leavin the paper, im so cursive

Damn straight and if i hit the damn brakes

Know that its a hand brake

I stay ahead of the curves

Im swervin on a motherfucker i cannot love

That Im knowin that Im higher a-bove

Look em eye bruh Im calling that bluff

What you offerin that I ain’t already off of

Fuckboys never earning my trust

Bitches trying to get high off my buzz

Heard em sayin thats just a part of the game

Im the only playin sure nuff

(Hook)