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I'm sorry I'm not the man I was
But little changes necessary sometimes
I'm trynna be the boss
I'm not just trynna be that one guy
That's does try
But

Ofasho you kiddin' me? Bitch!
JAMES DELGADO!

Don't waste my time, don't try your luck
Back on my bully,  my sleeves getting cuffed
Try me if you

make it hommie)
Little hommie what you know about agape
(Whatchu know?)
That's love that will never ever change
But it changed you nothin was
The same

stop? You're so
Cold and so belittling i'm runnin' it up
Yeah, I split it by the dividends
I'm runnin' out of luck
And I think I'm too bitter, yeah

a little luck

I've never been too good to pick up a penny
And lately I've been swimmin' in so damn many
Every cheque I receive comes at a high price

raise a family
All these little boys talk about is
The shit I can be i'm who they can't be
If Drake rapped one of my records
That shit would get a Grammy

everyday so you already know
Sixteen, with a daddy's credit card
Cutting lines on the mirror
All trying to look hard
Blow, ain't too hard to come by
For this

outta the eight by six
Nigga it's just good looking
We pay taxes for your wars on small countries
Guess you only pick a fight with small puppies
You

my wardrobe, i'm disguised by some trends,

my tastebuds tingle as i mingle amongst the breeze,
the sun is blazing, 
melting away yesterday's troubles,

(Intro)
Good Luck Forever
No Hard Feelings, even if you gone feel a way its like

(Verse 1)
You know  it’s crazy cause I feed off of rejection, 
feed

When I see you in the streets I feel like I need to be a little better 
Than the one you've be waiting on
When I get you to your knees and when you

many
I'm clueless
I'm just a vessel that he using
I'm just bones and skin decomposing
On the hour, by the hour
Fruit spoiled, mouth sour
Had supper with

Got a little shack where the woods meets the water 
Where we keep the Mountain Dew runnin’ straight through the copper
A buncha clear jugs loaded up

the door
I wanna crowd when I get plowed
A round of applause, another encore
Give them a show, put in your toes (Just a little one)

Cheerleaders when he up

2020 mobbin’ mythical crew!
We are “Hololive: Myth
Lemme show you how we do!

...Did y’all really think I’d rap like that? Sorry, tough luck.
Vocals

I grew up never being that fokken cool, I grew up fokken being bullied at school
I grew up always being shit out of luck, I grew up tied up, trying

From Kansas she fell.
But, then again, didn't we all?

Scared crow, she watched
her little bro-
ther hit by a truck.

In the 7th grade
It was made

As they croak, I see myself
In the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kind of G that
Little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin' prayers in

it by its axis
My income is the only thing about me that is passive
I do it great you're training wrong its looking like malpractice
This isn't

an acid ocean
Is grabbing pulses
Explode a magical poltergeist
Appealing isn't it
I feel exquisite giving dumb shrugs
Cause the geisha got me bitten
By

little cash on hand
We thought we were out of luck
We'd need a plan to
Maximize our drinking bang-for-buck!

And our Elixir, it was hard liquor
Nothing

As they croak, I see myself
In the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kind of G that
Little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin' prayers in

from hell’s kitchen
Make my luck fuck well-wishing
We all got bars my bails different
Mind mine they don’t own
Their business though i suppose to lose

Cleanin' up food, for a little buck
Then I quit that, livin' on luck
I was so lost, at what cost?
Why be the worker when you could be the boss?
Still doin'