Started at the bottom
Made it to the top
Started out with nothing
And now you got a lot
Everybody watching
Expecting you to fail
See it, taste it, touch it
Know that you’re for real
You can feel it coming
Feel it in your bones
Time to stop running
You got to stand alone
You worked and you studied
You know enough to know
You don’t just get lucky
You got to make your own

Roll the dice
You take a leap of faith, yeah
Cool as ice
You got to win the race, so
Sick and tired

Of coming second place
Had enough, had enough
You make your own luck
Free at last
You got the room to blossom
Different class
You’ve overcome your problem
Enough had enough
You make your own luck
You make your own luck
(You make your own luck)

Everybody’s talking
About the things they heard
But you show them that action
Speaks louder than their words
It’s time to spin the wheel
The balance is struck
Just trust the way you feel
And make your own luck

Roll the dice
You take a leap of faith, yeah
Cool as ice
You got to win the race, so
Sick and tired

Of coming second place
Had enough, had enough
You make your own luck
Free at last
You got the room to blossom
Different class
You’ve overcome your problem
Enough had enough
You make your own luck
You make your own luck
(You make your own luck)

Enough, had enough
Make your own luck

Enough, had enough
Make your own luck
Enough, had enough
Make your own luck

Enough, had enough
Make your own luck

Free at last
You got the room to blossom
Different class
You’ve overcome your problem
Enough had enough
You make your own luck
You make your own luck
(You make your own luck)

Onomatopeia

Lost in the culture vulture and
ownersGoing like
Jonas
shots to the
lonersRock boyz like to top you top boysLoosen out all about the glock boy
Two shots double shot chest
boyWith mac 11 got bars to see boyI’m feeling focus must destroy you boy
All these fakers haters gang stateMake it up as I go alongMake it up make it up the show must go on
So here we are here
we areRunning from the midnight sunSo here we are here we areWaiting til the morning comes
Stumble through the jumbotron I’m too gone
Pete TongMe myself I don’t belong I’m a creep weirdoClarke Kent room full of Timbo’s apologise too late been goneDeath beats on fleek like I’m the opposite
of meek milling the harvest grain
Don’t speak
peace they will lay me out all the sameAs my skin tone ice cold sheets bring spiritCasper orbit double the bloods flow I’m brazy
On
the brink drink to remember smoke to feel blessedJust bug
your
conscience I’m George best
drink in these brepsDrink it up drink it up the show must go on
So here we are here we areWaiting til the morning comes
So here we are here we areRunning from the midnight sunSo
here we are here
we areWaiting til the morning comes