If it wasn't for bad luck, where would I be?
Would I still be in the hood, thinking who's gonna hurt me?
Hopefully the bad luck made the best outta me
Leaving childish things behind; there's no doubt to me
Haters give me bad luck, but I overcome it
I talk about my life so much that I've overdone it
Runningback flow; toos the ball and watch me run it
Always doing tall things even though the growth is stunted
Never smoke weed ever, but I'm higher than a plane
Getting on my altitude is something that you can't obtain
Don't mess with dudes that mess up their whole mindframe
By drinking Jack Daniels and smoking on Mary Jane
I drop knowledge and pick up the pieces
Trying to make a statement, so please check out my thesis
Anyone I hurt, my condolences are the deepest
They didn't want to watch before; now they wanna peep this
Now they sounding speechless; they were talking big then
So-called friends switching styles is a big trend
Young rookie playing hard like a veteran
So when my people look at me, they always say "You better win"
And who am I to try settle for less?
Every time I'm always questioned, pass them all like a test
If it wasn't for good luck, my mind would be stressed
So it wasn't for bad luck, then I wouldn't be blessed
But if I'm considered blessed, it was never luck at all
Which is why i'm always sure that my life will never stall...
That's all.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
So B
So B; I’m so bright, but so belligerent
Been around before and it’s like I’m beginning it
Better than the better man because I’m the better man
Bring your boyfriend, baby; believe I’m better than
Build yourself into a star and I’ll be a fan
Better tell your boy to build himself up to be a man
You giving bad looks because I got big bank
And I got a big mind, but your mind’s a bit blank
Big ballers busting out the big bucks
Big bosses bringing out the big trucks
Broke dudes babbling and bringing all the drama
When I bust out with a big win like Obama
Drop bombs like I’m about to blowuptuate
Feeling bad because I’m-a blow up and you ain’t
Born a bastard; the bad seed of a bad dad
Branded like an “OutKast” with bombs over Baghdad
Beautiful women be so fine and so blind
Rolling with a buster who’s bad and so behind
Blowing wind telling breezies that he blow rhymes
But only blow smoke, blow hot air and blow time
Girls be loving when I’m balling in that baby blue
And in the meantime, you start bawling like babies do
Bring hits like Barry Bonds and style like Bentley
I’m a little bit of both, so call me Bondsworth Bentley
Been around before and it’s like I’m beginning it
Better than the better man because I’m the better man
Bring your boyfriend, baby; believe I’m better than
Build yourself into a star and I’ll be a fan
Better tell your boy to build himself up to be a man
You giving bad looks because I got big bank
And I got a big mind, but your mind’s a bit blank
Big ballers busting out the big bucks
Big bosses bringing out the big trucks
Broke dudes babbling and bringing all the drama
When I bust out with a big win like Obama
Drop bombs like I’m about to blowuptuate
Feeling bad because I’m-a blow up and you ain’t
Born a bastard; the bad seed of a bad dad
Branded like an “OutKast” with bombs over Baghdad
Beautiful women be so fine and so blind
Rolling with a buster who’s bad and so behind
Blowing wind telling breezies that he blow rhymes
But only blow smoke, blow hot air and blow time
Girls be loving when I’m balling in that baby blue
And in the meantime, you start bawling like babies do
Bring hits like Barry Bonds and style like Bentley
I’m a little bit of both, so call me Bondsworth Bentley
Christmas Nike Commercial
This is Lupe Fiasco playing Blitzen, dissin' Santa(KRS-One), Kobe and LeBron. Classic!! LOL
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