Par. - Lottery lyrics

[Intro] *Yeah. Yo, this some nice sh**, man. Yeah, props to Fiyer; I love the beat Let's take it back to Atlanta* [Verse 1: Par.] I been kicking some ties I been talking the sh** Cursed out the tease, it was broad, it was lit She said that I'm a hoe I go hard in the garden These other brothers talk like they brought out the Marvin's Room, *hello?* I'm texting all your exes Saying she would ride with Baba Par. in the Lexus I just want a breakfast, maybe get a set list Tweet about the eggs and then share it with my friends list *(What are you saying?)* Stop, stop, I lost all my connections I used to talk about the struggles others felt incessant Needs to ignore, pretend to never exist, let's Take a trip down, to times inconsistent Mussulmans edging, telling me they repping And saying how they'd never see a trump in the present Governmental sanctions on immigrating nations With refugees I see, how they pledging the allegiance Star spangled banner is star spangled banter When you say you don't want my brothers in Atlanta My Latin bros and sisters come study for some listeners So they can have a visa from the US all finished up [Bridge: Par.] *Look at you, you said you cared for others Ya last two tapes were you right on the covers You said that you'd be social, activism hellish Became another rapper, amateur and selfish* [Hook: Par.] I see it well now, life is like a *lottery.* Never got to pick but you born into some mockery You look into the skies and you think it's someone else's Doing but you know in fact it's something else irrelevant [Verse 2: Par.] (yeah, yeah) Walking down on Ferst, all I hear are sirens Not sure if it's another brother murked by the violence Of gangs that he sees when he's walking downtown Or a navy suited man telling him ***get on the ground*** Or maybe it's a shooting. Another school shooting I'm cynical, fearing that my school will have the new one I'm scared to go to cla**, won't know if it's the last This insecurity has got me thinking in a cast Can't move, can't see, can't walk Till the broken bone has healed, I won't seem to stop Sure, this ain't Compton, but I can be afraid I fear the day confederates will come blow out my brains [Hook 2: Par.] I see it well now, life is like a lottery Never got to pick but you k**ed by some wannabe You look into the skies and you think it's someone else's Doing but you know in fact it's something else irrelevant [Verse 3: Par.] Using all my efforts on choruses and bridges Interlude'd make em fly but I could never hit it Serve it to the people but I'm scared about what I'll come Talked about myself, now this the real outcome Got you people vibing, I could hear yo mouth run Talk the sh** but I know that it got you vibing out some Service is to you but I can't lose my mouth I've Talked about myself, now this the real outcome How you gon' succeed? If you sounding like the others How you gon' compete? If you pacing back behind? How you gon' defeat? If you gon' hit yourself? How you gon' believe? If you can't feel your prime? Just a dot in the city, some day I'll be the king I'll talk about myself, they'll wanna see the rings Just a dot in the city, some day I'll have the key These issues need press cuz the people never see [Outro] --Extra, extra. Hear all about it.. Par is on the track, and he said that he devout and Par is on the track, and he said he came farthest It's not the outro, cuz this race has only started You're welcome [Commentary]