| Ain’t no more time on my hands
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| And makin' back money that I couldn’t wait to spend
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| Gettin' high with demons, tellin' God I repent
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| Lookin' at me? |
| Depends
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| 'Cause Lucki, you the chosen one
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| You know don’t nobody owe you none
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| Gave her access to your soul for none
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| I seen my favorite friends foldin' up
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| That’s 'cause Lucki, you the chosen one
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| Two times two equals fuck niggas
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| That’s how you will die because you trust niggas
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| They crazy but when you love 'em, then you stuck with 'em
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| Codeine with blood, drinkin', what the fuck you sober for
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| Same niggas jerkin' turned to Chief Keef
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| I made my first hundred, they wanted to be me
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| Ayy, Ghazi with a mill', only time will tell
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| SoundCloud rapper got the means, just tryna buy and sell
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| But shit was two of me, she miss me but she through with me
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| She see all this money, bitch don’t ask me 'bout no jewelry
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| That’s what she warned me, only love the newer me
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| Fuck it, Lucki you the chosen, ayy
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| That’s 'cause Lucki, you the chosen one
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| You know don’t nobody owe you none
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| That’s 'cause Lucki, you the, ayy
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| Lucki, you the chosen one
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| You know don’t nobody owe you none
|
| Gave her access to your soul for none
|
| Seen my favorite friends foldin' up
|
| That’s 'cause Lucki, you the chosen one
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| Ain’t no more time on my hands
|
| And makin' back money that I couldn’t wait to spend
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| Gettin' high with demons, tellin' God I repent
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| Lookin' at me? |
| Depends
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| 'Cause Lucki, you the chosen one |