Lottery Games - Styles P

Just tryna breed out here, you know?

Find that peaceful place

Tryna relax, you know?

Grown old on some cool stoner, smokin', vibed out shit, ya dig?

Wasn’t expect to be shit

I came up rough, I expect 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

Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain?

If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain

If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain

Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game

Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain?

If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain

If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain

Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game

I’m just lookin' to find my happy

When you a die a couple niggas’ll give you accolades

Activate my chi to evacuate

Meditate, smoke one, break down, evaporate

Momma told me she loved me but God love me more

Sleep and ask the Heavens, what could God love me for?

Told to deal with my demons, I did it all wrong

Served myself a little weed, yeah, it was hard bein' poor

Please excuse me for not actin' golly before

My rapport mean a lot to me, my armies adored

May my seed be blessed and the sea be blessed

And this weed be blessed from my ominous force

Ghost

Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain?

If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain

If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain

Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game

Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain?

If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain

If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain

Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game

Life’s a bitch, who am I to complain?

If it’s joy, then there gotta be pain

If it’s sun, then there gotta be rain

Life’s a bitch, try to hit it like the lottery game