Trust Nobody LUCKI (Ft. Lofsky & Mick Jenkins)
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[Verse 1]
Running to tomorrow like fuck my actions until I run into tomorrow
I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
And off the record I said dude get it together
Almost launched ya
Unsure of my last night operation, that’s my favorite xan effect
Like if I don't remember nothing then I got like no regrets
I been dodging round with Billy and Mandy, playing around with Death
You want call four fouls, I'm still paying off the ref
I'm still sticking out my chest, poppa said I'll get respect
That ain't work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
Now respect don't mean shit, ain't worth my spit mixed in the dirt
That ain't work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
Now respect don't mean shit, ain't worth my spit mixed in the dirt
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
I ain't got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
You want [?] in my space or you slow my pace, two face
I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
Get to spraying like it's mace, yeah
I ain't got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
You want [?] in my space or you slow my pace, two face
I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
Get to spraying like it's mace
Running to tomorrow like fuck my actions until I run into tomorrow
I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle
And off the record I said dude get it together
Almost launched ya
Unsure of my last night operation, that’s my favorite xan effect
Like if I don't remember nothing then I got like no regrets
I been dodging round with Billy and Mandy, playing around with Death
You want call four fouls, I'm still paying off the ref
I'm still sticking out my chest, poppa said I'll get respect
That ain't work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
Now respect don't mean shit, ain't worth my spit mixed in the dirt
That ain't work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work
Now respect don't mean shit, ain't worth my spit mixed in the dirt
[Chorus: Mick Jenkins]
I ain't got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
You want [?] in my space or you slow my pace, two face
I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
Get to spraying like it's mace, yeah
I ain't got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers
You want [?] in my space or you slow my pace, two face
I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker
Get to spraying like it's mace
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