Luckyiam.PSC - Let's Go lyrics

[Verse One] Hey, look at my report card, trophies I'm an all star Tryin' to make the time in your car go quick, quick Bars from a quick witted independent citizen I got an Extra Credit Volume 3 for my listening constituents I'm diligent and driven Rappin' with a ribbon Some be lackin' rhythm so I give 'em my opinion My opinion is your present Toting a present Low full of sh** if you bold and too clever ? I'm a better man Better in the booth now, get 'em in an ambulance Proof, I'm the truth now hit 'em with an avalanche Of style, I'm an Outkast Minus all the Grammy's and performance at award shows baby I'm a tour pro Professional mackaholic, pa** the chronic to your better lookin' half Lick it, baby make her laugh, lookin' all up at the... Great it's time for me to mash on the industry The enemy is me I'm knowin' him Tryin' to figure out what the f** I'm even flowin' for Try to f** her face and she think I'm adorable Behavior enabler, dangle her, I'm horrible Now what's normal about this life that I'm livin'? Time to get my name known out the shadow of the Living Livin' life day to day but the goal is lookin' different Maybe I should be a pimp, hit the ranch up with Dennis But is my crew really finished, a replacement Hasn't been the same since we co-signed for Basement Leeches and fake sh**, these rappers so anxious And friends mixed with business all seems two faced I'm seeking placement in a permanent basis Determined in a nation, corrupt and so flagrant I hit the pavement with my sanity adjacent Just ruining my life, fingers crossed for a spaceship It's never comin' I keep runnin' from these problems Some of them so difficult some people seek revolvers Life could be beautiful, I wish I was a baller I got three different mommas for three little daughters And one of them was hidden I'm a kid That's a man that's a kid gotta live with that sin Prayin' for forgiveness for the dirt that I did When I really don't deserve it so I burn from within I can't pretend to be innocent or militant Idiot, Lucky on the Internet Never gets work done I should've did Bullsh** I let it live Let it die let it live Ego is a sedative I guess I've been addicted A victim of my own self neglect and pain I've inflected So vindictive these tales I've scripted Are all based on fact and guilt, help me lift it Just get it off my chest, raise the bar in the west I'm a star in the west ? special guest My appearance is the raw interference I'm a highly sk**ed writer reading Terms Of Endearment My fans gave me clearance so I steer it Direct, past success, accept ma** respect Accept cash or check Certified, fortified, borderline, psychopath Murderline, biting a** s**ers on the sideline, s**ers walk a fine line Testin' my ability is Cyanide Swallowing, tomorrow never comes but a weak link Get me out your Ipod, jump it off your CD Lucky