Unlucky (Strange Mix) UBI

UBI
(If it don't make a dollar, it don't make sense)
Gates, MDM, okay

[Hook]
This ain't a part one
This ain't a part three
This ain't a part two
It's just a part of me
Call it my art, please, pardon me
I'm such an unlucky B-A-S-T-A-R-D

So many hours I spend in these darkly
Lit environments, my only friend the barkeep
Fuck Bacardi, gimme Makers Mark sweet
Vermooth, Maraschino cherry with the juice
Start me up, spark me up
Lethal trees in my jeans, so we can chief, forever we will be
Need for speed, I have a tendency to drift off
The evergreen for ever ready me for lift off
Say goodbye to the bench, french kiss the sky
My flow money in the bank, 10 6 and 5
Twenty-one gun salute as good as blackjack
Double me down, shit I bet I pull a fat stack

[Hook]
I'm on track for winnin, relaxin in a fast lane
Lookin forward to laid-back livin, hah
Soon as I'm Maybach sittin, gaze through black tin an
UBI's gon take that with him
Oh, over the globe, and came back, get in a plane packed
With women who speak strange accentin
This ain't no strange accident
We all tired of livin within this lame-ass limits, ya dig
This ain't a part one
This ain't a part three
This ain't a part two
It's just a part of me
Call it my art, please, pardon me
I'm such an unlucky B-A-S-T-A-R-D