Real G’s Real Mother fucking Product, Cut off from the cloth, A paralyzing matter. As a matter of fact at the moment. Doing really good by the movement, Lucky day Whose to say Wasn’t getting by Or wasn’t worth the time Spending Mine Scribbling down the idea on paper About the drugs abuse, Hippocrates decide the news. Go and get the gun Said it like fuck the noose A mommas duckling, guess the geese being Born too lose Forever never Gaining back what you give them Remember that. This isn’t luck. Or really just a day. Been enough of it too much for us two lately Tunes that make my head spin. Terrific Fucked up image Infiltrate them with appearances Must’ve did it with intention Falsely presidented What a family bunch of fucking hand puppets Probably murders They murder us Clearly it’s the luck From day to day Keeping us a Wake Stay woke. Always choking on the flow No other way to say it with I guess Tell me what the topic is. I’m ending this whole “lucky day” topic With the better half a tonic on the rocks pop-pin Molly till I’m faded and can do the damage to the fake This is for the real. Never lost my place. Just the way I feel Carefulness not to interlude This wasn’t fate that decided it. Clearly it’s my lucky day then! Smoking till I’m dead. Forever locked inside my head. Hope this gets you deep as it did me. 💯 Sean swain lyrics make sense? No evidence still convinced was just the luck from going bout the day. Stay away Paid informant Nice extortment Plaid ignorant Executive performance.