Bad Luck

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]
I ain't even superstitious, but sometimes I feel like they watching me
I ain't even fuckin with 'em If it ain't about no pussy profit, man
I ain't even tryna listen, fuck a pot, I need your pond to piss in
I had uncles in and out of prison, playin' Public Enemy at dinner
Like my nephew finna be a singer, yeah
Whole bloodline gon' shine one time
One of our stories at fine one time
Baby if I pass out, layin' back down
Lookin straight at the Stars gon align one time
Fuck if they don't
Forget what I spoke, yeah, just hit my line for a quote
Upon at your momma couch
Bitches look at me astonished now
You ain't had a story written for you
Had to flip it why we so uncommon now
I walk around like (like, like, like)
Exactly how I want
They found cancer on my daddy lung
I cried and smoked a blunt
Ain't no front, make it luck
Used to play me like a chump
Now it's first class out to Brooklyn with some Deuce in my cup
I got true say on my tounge, getting comfy by my dad
I got faith but I still need some like really fucking (Bad)

[Chorus: Travis Thompson, Westside Boogie]
Look around, it's all bad luck
Hold it down 'til I'm back up
Said she make it last, bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
I don't call no back up
I just need my fast buzz
Where they at, huh
Look around, it's all bad luck
Hold it down 'til I'm back up
Said she make it last, bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
And I don't call no back up
I just need my fast buzz (Yeah-yeah, wow-wow)
Where they at, huh (Uh)

[Verse 2: Westside Boogie]
I used to live in the cracks
I walk into Shady and tell 'em to give me the racks
My life on a loop, the devil keep sending me packs
Shoutout to Nip, I'm slapping you niggas while I'm on my victory lap
Niggas don't need me to rap, how you gon eat where you at
I keep seein' violence, can't help it, I'm fantasizing
'Bout streets that I was fighting, my [?]
No, bitch, I can't describe it, you try to ask what the price is
Then I'm gon' need a stipen to my life and let me dive
I'm in deep (I'm in deep), All my battles been unique
I got hatred in my head and I got blood on my feet
Tell my niggas fuck them hoes but I can't practice what I preach
Think about my ex I tweet, I say fuck it, roll some leaf
I don't believe in fatigue
Ain't no bitch in the world that can say she was outta my league
I hope you get up to speed
Offer me to breathe, this so toxic and full of fumes
'Cause I done been consumed by the voices that's in my room

[Chorus: Travis Thompson]
Look around, it's all bad luck
Hold it down 'til I'm back up
Said she make it last, bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
I don't call no back up
I just need my fast buzz
Where they at, huh
Look around, it's all bad luck
Hold it down 'til I'm back up
Said she make it last, bruh
Look at what I'm tasked with
I don't call no back up
I just need my fast buzz
Where they at, huh

[Outro: Female Voice]
Where is the money at
Yeah that money
Where that at