Wtm Solid - Blessings > Luck Lyrics

Ain't no good luck, nigga, I got this shit on my own
Wake up, suit up, see it, then I get straight to the pros
Like, damn, baby, I like the way you dress, the way you put it on
Her fit 3,000 but that shit look better when she take it off

I can't even cap, I burned some thousands, learning shit was not a lost
I say the words, they turn his ass to Virgil, get a nigga off
Can't worry about no pawns in this shit, we gon' get the boss
I heard you out here declining and shit, get some different sauce

Bitch too dumb, I cut her off, niggas jeffin', cut it out
Ain't got no paper, don't go outside, he gotta give these bitches the run around
Been watchin' what I give my time, but really think it's funny how
These niggas put they all in beef, still staying at they mommy house

Too many bitch niggas around my gang, closest thing to me
Like, why you lyin' every song you on and thinkin' that shit sweet
I heard you f*cked up, sign to cross state boys thye put you on your feet
I sent her back, her pussy was seven days, my boy, that shit was week

I still make racks even when I'm asleep, blow my last to get O.T
All that shit should be rockin' cheap, I'm fresh in Phili like Uzi Meek
Got paid a rack just for me to do a promo, solid hndrx, I pour it solo
Different state, fan wanna photo, I blow this shit, won't check the totals

Ain't no good luck, nigga, I got this shit on my own
Wake up, suit up, see it, then I get straight to the pro
Like, damn, baby, I like the way you dress, the way you put it on
Her fit 3,000, but that shit look better when she take it off

I can't even' cap, I burned some thousands, learning this shit was not a lost
I say the words, they turn his ass to Virgil, get a nigga off
Can't worry about no pawns in this shit, we gon' get the boss
Boy, I heard you out here declining and shit, get some different sauce