Lyrics Fuck Luck - Tim North

Fuck Luck

Pulled up
Like I’m cruisin' in a 'lac
And the crew’s all in the back
Like some crude oil
Slick talkin'
And everybody trying to ask
What’s the motion, where we been goin'
One thing you know, this city been goin'
And we keep it bumpin' 'til the morning
All that money is the motive
Everybody trying to roll with
Once the plan got put in motion
Where was ya’ll with that devotion
When I’d
Throw a verse in the trash
Now I’m like a pro, first round with the draft
Now I’m bout to go, see my spot up on the map
One thing about the numbers;
there’s no fuckin' with the math
Man, I’m trying to be
Really on that
Anybody comin w me puttin in a hundred fifty
Get a million back
Yeah im tryna be
Cool calm and collected w the connection
This ain’t no clique
Boy that’s a collective
Thats the objective
More than objects, yea you feelin me?
So they pay up
Now everywhere I go they telling me to «stay up»
I’m seein every homie from round the way on the way up
Packin light up on the move
Still im heavy in the weigh up
Yeah heavy w the weight
Heard what I say
Seen em all lace up the kicks just run their mouth
Never set foot in the game
(hook)
Im just getting that work up
I Ain’t feeling too stress
Everybody trying to chirp now
Like they got next
Shit
I wish you the best
I really mean it
I wish you the best
I really mean it
Cause I been keeping my head down
Ain’t feelin too stress
I heard you got next now
Shit
I wish you the best
I really mean it
Yeah I really mean it
Cause I know yall need it
Look like yall need it
While I’m yellin out
Fuck luck
Fuck luck
Something I ain’t never needed much of
And anybody trying to see me
What’s up
Fuck w me u best believe the team will throw they gloves off
Right here, right now
Oh i guess you ain’t with that style
Oh i guess you ain’t live downtown
Still you trying to come get that sound
Oh
I get it now, all the shit that I grew up with
Never used to be a, part of the subject
Now the youths in my town about to run shit
Make a move and everybody trying to run with
Shit
Still we on first
Never leavin the paper, im so cursive
Damn straight and if i hit the damn brakes
Know that its a hand brake
I stay ahead of the curves
Im swervin on a motherfucker i cannot love
That Im knowin that Im higher a-bove
Look em eye bruh Im calling that bluff
What you offerin that I ain’t already off of
Fuckboys never earning my trust
Bitches trying to get high off my buzz
Heard em sayin thats just a part of the game
Im the only playin sure nuff
(Hook)