LOTTERY (feat. Kaleb Mitchell)

Dirty south can yall really feel us

East coast feel us west coast feel us

Dirty south yeah can yall really feel us

East coast feel us west coast

Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams yeah ayy

Taking my chances like the lottery like the lottery

Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams yeah ayy

Taking my chances like the lottery like the lottery

Dyllie had to get it from the jump

Knew I had to spit or hit a dunk

Me and all my homies in the yo

Spilling out our dreams in microphones

Momma front the bill she set it up

Nervous little boy I couldnt front

Momma had to call the homie Smoke

Step into the booth and here we go

Got the FruityLoops off of Limewire

Practice interviews watching Nardwuar

I was in love I couldnt fake that

Me and my crew tryna crank that

We had the mass appeal inside the cafeteria

Spitting raps about money and bad material

I was passionate my homie passed the pen

We hit the grind and beat as they were gathering

And called them battles but we would all laugh as friends

And in the end wed go back to the class as kin

We were the hallway kings most lit teams

One kiss from a chick thats a big ring

Back then walk it out with some pristine

And the 3 Stacks verse with the Sixteen

Wouda gave it all up just for this dream

Didnt know that God was listening

Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams yeah ayy

Taking my chances like the lottery like the lottery ayy

Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams yeah ayy

Taking my chances like the lottery like the lottery

06 got the call that Martin died

Seen my mama face she was horrified

Tried to walk around with a smile on

Play it real cool but I couldnt put my heart aside

Couple years later momma got sick

Now its getting to harder to be happy

Spending every single second putting poems in a notebook

All my homies left me lonely they would party I was rapping

I was in and out depression tryna find a way up out it

Writing down bars in the middle of the class

Told a girl about my dreams all she ever did was doubted

Couple years pass things moving real fast

Now Im sixteen labels wanna fly me out

Two tapes under the belt and one on the way

Couple people said a couple nice words about me online

Now my haters got nothing to say

Met a few people that I used to put on my playlist

Turns out they aint who I thought they was

Few years in the game now Im acclimated

Off of being myself I done caught some buzz

But Im still lightyears away from my goals

Mom got bills and chemo aint cheap

I aint have bread to buy my school clothes

Didnt do assignments I would sell beats

Walking through the halls with my headphones on

Not a dollar in my pocket tryna tryna come up on a meal

Scheming in the studio plotting on a mill

I was flat broke said no to a deal

I need all of mine yeah I said it I need all of mine

They just see me as a dollar sign

Im tryna own the building working overtime

For every single dark night Im supposed to shine you feel me

Im from a place where they really dont stay but you really never leave

Every single thing that I said I would thats what Im gon be

Nothings impossible nothings impossible if you believe

I got this ticket thats right in my hand and Im

Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams yeah