Bad Luck Travis Thompson (Ft. WESTSIDE BOOGIE)

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
I ain't even superstitious, but sometimes I feel like they watching me
I ain't even fuckin with 'em If it ain't about no pussy profit, man
I ain't even tryna listen, fuck a pot, I need your pond to piss in
I had uncles in and out of prison, playin' Public Enemy at dinner
Like my nephew finna be a singer, yeah
Whole bloodline gon' shine one time
One of our stories at fine one time
Baby if I pass out, layin' back down
Lookin straight at the Stars gon align one time
Fuck if they don't
Forget what I spoke, yeah, just hit my line for a quote
Upon at your momma couch
Bitches look at me astonished now
You ain't had a story written for you
Had to flip it why we so uncommon now
I walk around like (like, like, like)
Exactly how I want
They found cancer on my daddy lung
I cried and smoked a blunt
Ain't no front, make it luck
Used to play me like a chump
Now it's first class out to Brooklyn with some Deuce in my cup
I got true say on my tounge, getting comfy by my dad
I got faith but I still need some like really fucking (Bad)