Lucky Me lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, lucky me
I ended up with a clique that's sucka free
I ended up with a b*tch that f*ck wit' me
She'll cut a n*gga off quick, suddenly
This is not luck, motha'f*cka, please
Built it from the ground up, right from underneath
b*tches come around always tryna smother me
n*ggas never tell the whole story, just a summary

[Verse 1]
Just a-just a-just a summar-just a motherf*ckin' summary
Why can't n*ggas keep it one-hun' with me, never front on me?
Never front on me
It's the same ol' song, mad 'cause you ain't on one wit' me
Don't pay that n*gga one release
Little thick when I met her rubberina, uh
Thumbin' through her check, nickname her Thumbalina
She just tryna dodge all these motha'f*ckin' frauds
Beat that pus*y out the frame, so much we got a collage
Why you f*ck wit' him, shawty? You is so lost
n*gga showin' off nudes like Yugioh cards
Me? I'm in this b*tch tryna be a studio God
I'm remainin' soft and I been through a whole lot, ay
f*ck the fame, I'm gettin' rich
Now a n*gga gettin' popular like I could give a sh*t
No more Papa John's, twelve hour shifts, I'm clockin' in
You could start supportin' me, n*gga, but ain't no stoppin' him
It's young Tiller
[Chorus]
Yeah, lucky me (Lucky me)
I ended up with a clique that's sucka free (Sucka free)
I ended up with a b*tch that f*ck wit' me (f*ck wit' me)
She'll cut a n*gga off quick, suddenly (Suddenly)
This is not luck, motha'f*cka, please (Please)
Built it from the ground up, right from underneath (Underneath)
b*tches come around always tryna smother me
n*ggas never tell the whole story, just a summary

[Verse 2]
I heard my name in the city gettin' downplayed
n*ggas won't give me the credit, n*gga, I won't even sweat 'em
n*ggas got goals, n*ggas tryna be David Beckham
n*ggas got souls, n*ggas never ever gon' sell 'em
But I cannot speak for y'all
sh*t, I hardly ever speak at all, that's why your b*tch is curious
She say I'm mysterious
Even had to ask Siri if you n*ggas was serious
Boy, I been a lyricist
n*gga, is you hearin' this?
I got-I got-I got patience, yeah, I waited for my turn
Got some real ones at my table, now the tables finna turn
I could do it by my lonely, why are they gettin' concerned?
I don't need too many homies, keep it one-on-one like Zoey
n*ggas know me
Focus on the music solely, I be ready
I'm on Ocean Drive feeling like bad Tommy Vercetti
Pull in that in furnace, T-coke, give it to Kermit
'Cause that ain't none of my business
Can't keep up, get off the circuit, n*gga
Got it covered, resurfaced, n*gga
I mean, do I not deserve it? I got perseverance
Hate a woman that's too worried about her appearance
Just keep all your sh*t together
Promise, baby, it's forever
If you doubted me, you won't be forgiven
The f*ck don't you like about me? Boy, be specific
Like my b*tches yellow like Lisa Simpson
My weed purple and my swisha fat like Peter Griffin
[Chorus]
Yeah, lucky me (Lucky me)
I ended up with a clique that's sucka free (Sucka free)
I ended up with a b*tch that f*ck wit' me (f*ck wit' me)
She'll cut a n*gga off quick, suddenly (Suddenly)
This is not luck, motha'f*cka, please (Please)
Built it from the ground up, right from underneath (Underneath)
b*tches come around always tryna smother me
n*ggas never tell the whole story, just a summary