Tough Luck

Know it's hard to fuck up all the mental shit Demons imma off id be too quick to let the Metal rip And I I've been praying dearly that I never gotta sit with this So fuck all of the teachers who just I said a pneed a syllabus Eyes red use the visine I was boutta die before the needle and IV So they just take a pill and they gon think about it highly Vividly remember mixin whiskey with the hi-c Not too long 'fore they sign me Momma worried sick about my mental and my hygiene Trippin bout my fantasies and wishing that I die clean I'm thankful for my brodie he the one that always guide me Stressed out fucked up So take it up with pride and I sing it "Tough luck" All these people wanting fakes im screaming "fuck love" While I'm coming from the top when I keep my bucks tucked Remember days when we went and Smoked pack All the money and the racks that I'd never get back All the places that we lied and we went and go trashed All the money and the racks that we gon' make back Really think about it lately I ain't got no whip so I been hopping out Mercedes Left me in the dust so you could never call me baby And you left me alone did me so shady (Know it's hard to fuck up all the mental shit Demons imma off id be too quick to let the Metal rip And I I've been praying dearly that I never gotta sit with this So fuck all of the teachers who just I said a pneed a syllabus Eyes red use the visine I was boutta die before the needle and IV So they just take a pill and they gon think about it highly Vividly remember mixin whiskey with the hi-c)