Fortunate Ones - Mad Lords lyrics

They try to be shady like they're Eminem on Halloween Don't respect us because we don't have the biggest following Our purpose is gardening, planting seeds in minds Hottest rappers got the heat while I'm sitting home with lines Spur of the moment, need green like Splitter Deflower a dime before the change makes her wither Never owned a gun but I still say I'm about to k** me a n***a I'm about to k** me a n***a All these verses and beats They still don't give a f** If we make it serge will we ever lose touch? Bonds break ask Barry, no bailing out, it's scary Money looking scarce with no hits to carry Will I die an old dirty ba*tard with a fantasy Or will I die like Old Dirty ba*tard, worldwide travesty sponsored links Smoking more joints than the human body Trying to calm down but all this stress really got me Road trip to hell, d**h calling shotty And it's filled with family, n***a Couldn't see as high as I be On alert like the Jewish Army Need bread like Italians, drinking on a Heineken World War II in my stomach as I plummet Like atomic bombs, watching Japanese Anime You see the sh** I'm on In a biz where getting conned is a habit It's too tragic, just imagine If you're open minded then they call you f*ggot I'd be damn if I'm living in a life that's stagnant Reaching a stature is the ultimate capture Don't get it? Life's a b**h f** being Tony Danza Some people lust money I'm just not romantic They try to be funny like Macaulay Culkin when he was Kevin But they forget that Martin stopped airing in '97 So I stopped laughing homie, label me manic depressive Trying to figure out a scheme without the Smith & Wesson Spur of the moment, I need love like Lucy That Don Draper is based on my life so loosely Never cared for sloppy seconds but just off of G 'Bout to take your b**h, I'm about to take your b**h That's what you wanna hear all on the radio? Write my song in seconds and then you're gonna pay me, bro? All these sleepless nights with no residuals You mean to tell me that I could have rapped with this type of flow? Well hHallelujah, it just came to me Feeling like when Batman got his back broke by Bane and 'em Thinking that I failed, we failed so painfully Gary when we make it I think we'll go crazy At the VMA's and the Grammy's gonna get dissed My f**ing speech is as long as Schindler's List No thank you's, grab my balls as I smirk for the boo-hoo's When you're fortunate no such thing as a lose-lose Fearless like kamikazes I hate you more than Kanye hates the paparazzi That was a freebie No dummies as my friends like Phoebe Try something different and they call it feces Will I die Notorious like B.I.G? Or will I die just a big notorious absentee? You the type to f** b**hes with dudes names on 'em I'm the type to walk away from fame like Dave and 'em Oh, I'm dropping dimes tonight Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money Then you die