Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lottery Games, artist - Styles P. Album song Dime Bag, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Lottery Games |
| Just tryna breed out here, you know? |
| Find that peaceful place |
| Tryna relax, you know? |
| Grown old on some cool stoner, smokin', vibed out shit, ya dig? |
| Wasn’t expect to be shit |
| I came up rough, I expect to be slick |
| I came up poor, I expected to be rich |
| Joke’s on you for neglectin' this G shit |
| My Pops died, left his all for me |
| I asked God, «hold my daughter for me» |
| Feel my pain, light a quarter for me |
| Money’s cool but respect’s more important for me |
| Goin' through it with trust issues |
| Loved by all, I got me enough issues |
| Questin' for peace but I be on the streets thinkin' |
| I ain’t got me enough pistols |
| Watchin' my back but I’m sayin' the fuck wit’chu? |
| I’m already in the mix |
| If they want a nigga dead, I’m already on the list |
| Kickin' through the mud, I been holdin' steady in this shit |
| If I got the plug, never actin' petty with this shit |
| Throw me in the whip, I am like Andretti on the stick |
| This the fast life but I hit the brakes |
| Threw it in neutral, I’m tryna get in place |
| 'Cause niggas’ll shoot you right up in your face |
| I pass you a joint knowin' the shit is laced |
| I’m thinkin', «God damn, could I get a break?» |
| Life’s a bitch, when you eat her out, it leave a bitter taste |
| Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain? |
| If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain |
| If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain |
| Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game |
| Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain? |
| If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain |
| If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain |
| Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game |
| I’m just lookin' to find my happy |
| When you a die a couple niggas’ll give you accolades |
| Activate my chi to evacuate |
| Meditate, smoke one, break down, evaporate |
| Momma told me she loved me but God love me more |
| Sleep and ask the Heavens, what could God love me for? |
| Told to deal with my demons, I did it all wrong |
| Served myself a little weed, yeah, it was hard bein' poor |
| Please excuse me for not actin' golly before |
| My rapport mean a lot to me, my armies adored |
| May my seed be blessed and the sea be blessed |
| And this weed be blessed from my ominous force |
| Ghost |
| Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain? |
| If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain |
| If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain |
| Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game |
| Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain? |
| If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain |
| If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain |
| Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game |
| Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain? |
| If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain |
| If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain |
| Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game |