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Lottery Games - Styles P
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Lottery Games Styles P

Lottery Games - Styles P
[Intro]
Just tryna breathe out here, you know?
Find that peaceful place
Tryna relax, you know?
Grow old on some cool stoner, smokin', vibed out shit, ya dig?

[Verse 1]
Wasn't expected to be shit
I came up rough, I expected 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
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