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Malcolm Mays
Malcolm Mays
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Mays
Malcolm Mays
Lyrics
Dominique' Jones
Dominique' Jones
Lyrics
Quincy Welch
Quincy Welch
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DunDeal
DunDeal
Producer

Lyrics

Denied the bail
I said fuck your honor
Went from poppin' shells
To poppin' It's karma
They put us through hell
And then call us monsters
Now we pull up in wraiths
The ceiling like stardust
**** it's NOT LUCK
I'm living the dream
I don't even Sleep
Too scared to believe... this shit is real
So many decease
For what I achieved
These diamond and links... for every tear
If I call the Team
You know it's a Dream
We doing this Thing like 96
It ain't got keys I'm hoppin in
Fuck the Queen In a Cullinan
We pull up in that Apparition
This ain't a game boy, This ain't Activision
Ice on my chain boy, it hit like a Blizzard
No back and forth, Only the chain is Tennis
(Mhmm)
Had no pot to piss in
Take away they chains and they ain't got no bitches
They mad at me but they don't want no friction
They mad at me cuz they ain't got no vision
Pray in the wraith, the ceiling is Stardust
(Mhmm)
Before I was paid these bitches was Starstruck
(Mhmm)
They Want us to fail but they couldn't stop us
(Mm m mhmm)
The top look different when you from the bottom
**** it's NOT LUCK
May look the same
But **** it's NOT LOVE
Money
The Fame
My **** it's NOT LOVE
The bitches
The Chains
**** it's NOT LUCK
This is just HARD WORK
Seen through that bullshit they tried to throw at me
You gon do it like me, **** do it with a passion
My life on go, my lil **** get active
He doin too much, turn that boy to a statue
Dare to ball
But when you fall they won't catch you
A Different cloth
Just a whole nother texture
When you make it to this point they gon test
I'm from the ghetto, all this shit really extra
I was still standing out gettin rained on
She was there for me, bought her a range rove
Took a lotta drugs to make sure the pain gone
I been turnt the fuck up since I came home
I was frontline when **** was dead wrong
Got a million somethin plus worth of chains on
Young dumb bitch, but she got a brain on her
I was stayin solid
**** went lame on us
This our hustle
I don't play around
This is NOT LUCK
Thousand dollar drank off in my cup
I be outside with the top off
We are not the same you a knock off
10 karat diamond
It's a Golf ball
We was gettin a thousand every drop off
Now I run the game, I done prospered
I took they lil bond but it ain't stop none
Every time the drop imma cop one
Every time they pop out we gon pop one
Pray in the wraith, the ceiling is Stardust
(Mhmm)
Before I was paid these bitches was Starstruck
(Mhmm)
Want me to fail but they couldn't stop us
(Mmmhmm)
The top look different when you from the bottom
**** it's NOT LUCK
May look the same
But it's NOT LOVE
Money
The fame
But **** it's NOT LOVE
Digits may change
But **** it's NOT LUCK
This is just HARD WORK
Written by: Dominique' Jones, Malcolm Mays, Quincy Welch
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