No Luck lyrics

[Sway Intro]

[Verse 1]
Did Sway in the Morning, back in the hood by the evening
Even when I met Steven had pistols under the seating
Y'all do it for fame, I do it for different reasons
Cause either Imma rap or continue risking my freedom
Was in and out of labels, living with family like Richie and Aunt Rachel
Though family matters, even some of them are hateful
Had me whipping white like Rayful, cause Nggs love to brag about how they made you
That's the type of shxt that age you, and everybody asking me bout Timbaland
He was a gentleman, though his staff tried to play me like I'm a simpleton
I came from the slums, but I never been a indigent
Now new n*ggas can't come round gotta get penciled in
Worth 6 figures n*gga come up off a incidents
So I'm never flashy, seen too many backseats
Though I'm still the same chick just I'm Tryna expose the rap sh*t
Go legit now, put the bricks down, clean p*ss now
Had cocaine on my stove in pickle jars
As far as starting from the bottom I saw different odd
So the least of my worries is who I'm p*ssing off
My lil cousin doing 20 they just shipped em off
So it's literally and honor that I could spit to y'all
Thinking that I lucked up
Y'all n*ggas really got me f*cked up, what
[Hook]
I hear em saying that I lucked up
But y'all negus really got me f*cked up
Saw what I want had to take it
I been a boss in the making, f*ck all the ones that was hating
No one game me Nathan
So I do not owe explanations
Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown

[Verse 2]
Whoa whoa
Kemosabie
I remember in o6 it was a hobbie
Now I gotta stop for pictures in the lobby
Iremember picturing ducking prison with the shotty
f*ck a Illluminati
I'm smart as a c*m laude
I move godly
Everything that I exude godly
I don't owe it to Steve and I don't owe it to Russell
I don't own it to Yankee
b*tch I owe it to my hustle
They was living in a bubble I was living in the struggle
The transition was subtle
The grams had me befuddled
Mama was smoking crack, Her drug use had me puzzle
Addiction make it feel like they don't love
In addition daddy missing out his temple to the muzzle
I kinda took it as a f*ck you
Imagine having no one but you
Not tell me who The f*ck I owe my luck to
When from living with caseworkers
Can't the rent to meeting with Vince Herbert
At his expense from selling weed
To talks with la ried pockets thick as Della Reese
What the f*ck you telling me
God keep on blessing me
Doubting nggs stressing me
Blame it on the jealously
Industry looking at me sexually
But you thinking that I lucked up
Y'all n*ggas really got it f*cked up
[Hook]
I hear em saying that I lucked up
But y'all negus really got me f*cked up
Saw what I want had to take it
I been a boss in the making/ f*ck all the the ones that was hating
No one game me Nathan
So I do not owe explanations
Be happy you witnessing greatness Crown