Fortunate Ones - Mad Lords Lyrics
They try to be shady like they're Eminem on HalloweenDon't respect us because we don't have the biggest followingOur purpose is gardening, planting seeds in mindsHottest rappers got the heat while I'm sitting home with linesSpur of the moment, need green like SplitterDeflower a dime before the change makes her witherNever owned a gun but I still sayI'm about to kill me a niggaI'm about to kill me a niggaAll these verses and beatsThey still don't give a *****If we make it serge will we ever lose touch?Bonds break ask Barry, no bailing out, it's scaryMoney looking scarce with no hits to carryWill I die an old dirty bastard with a fantasyOr will I die like Old Dirty Bastard, worldwide travestySmoking more joints than the human bodyTrying to calm down but all this stress really got meRoad trip to hell, death calling shottyAnd it's filled with family, niggaCouldn't see as high as I beOn alert like the Jewish ArmyNeed bread like Italians, drinking on a HeinekenWorld War II in my stomach as I plummetLike atomic bombs, watching Japanese AnimeYou see the shit I'm onIn a biz where getting conned is a habitIt's too tragic, just imagineIf you're open minded then they call you faggotI'd be damn if I'm living in a life that's stagnantReaching a stature is the ultimate captureDon't get it? Life's a ********** being Tony DanzaSome people lust moneyI'm just not romanticThey try to be funny like Macaulay Culkin when he was KevinBut they forget that Martin stopped airing in '97So I stopped laughing homie, label me manic depressiveTrying to figure out a scheme without the Smith & WessonSpur of the moment, I need love like LucyThat Don Draper is based on my life so looselyNever cared for sloppy seconds but just off of G'Bout to take your *****, I'm about to take your *****That's what you wanna hear all on the radio?Write my song in seconds and then you're gonna pay me, bro?All these sleepless nights with no residualsYou mean to tell me that I could have rapped with this type of flow?Well hHallelujah, it just came to meFeeling like when Batman got his back broke by Bane and 'emThinking that I failed, we failed so painfullyGary when we make it I think we'll go crazyAt the VMA's and the Grammy's gonna get dissedMy *****ing speech is as long as Schindler's ListNo thank you's, grab my balls as I smirk for the boo-hoo'sWhen you're fortunate no such thing as a lose-loseFearless like kamikazesI hate you more than Kanye hates the paparazziThat was a freebieNo dummies as my friends like PhoebeTry something different and they call it fecesWill I die Notorious like B.I.G?Or will I die just a big notorious absentee?You the type to ***** *****es with dudes names on 'emI'm the type to walk away from fame like Dave and 'emOh, I'm dropping dimes tonightTry to make ends meetYou're a slave to moneyThen you die
