Petty beefs
Anger and jealousy
Oh boy, lucky me
Spiteful energy
From my enemies
Oh boy, lucky me
Oh you’re so lucky
That everything worked out fine
Oh you’re so lucky
That you don’t got a lost mind

Lucky me
Why do I got to be trusting these
Rats and scumbags
That look at me
Like I’m some sort of Chuck E. Cheese
Got the steeze
But this life ain’t no breeze
You know what it’s like having people trying to push your button
To not be taken seriously
Till you get angry, start throwing hands, and start cussing
Yall nothing
I’m something
So that makes them feel a type of way
But if all they did
Was utilize their talents and gifts
They too can be awesome and great
They don’t take that route
But are mad at me for doing so
I let you do you
So let me do me bro
Can be foul with it
Cause they can’t even sink a free throw
Lucky me
A literal one in a million
Interest in me cause I use the Caro Kann
Instead of something typical like the Sicilian
An alien
Living with a chip on his motherfucking shoulder
Hey bro
I thought you said I would understand everything when I get older
I’m bolder
Than the least bold man
They provoke me
But I get all the blame and shame
When I decide to man up and throw hands
Slow jams are a preference
But the world likes catchy fast tunes
They’ll come up with any reasons to hate
No street cred, didn’t survive the deep end
No gang related tattoos