[Shyheim]

You want a chick likes mines? A whip likes mines?

A four fifth with a kit that lick like mines?

That look like mines, you want a piece of the pie?

You want go to Cinderella's and throw ones in the sky?

But you can't be I, big S-H-Y

Got crazy niggas on payroll, like S.S.I

You think you really want drama, for the rest of your life

It ain't easy being greasy, my neezy, believe me

I got felonies, nigga, got Big L in me, nigga

Slow's ya cell in me, nigga, people taking my picture

The young God fisher, Bottom Up Militia

Getting richer and richer, and I'm a Staten Island, nigga

You should B.U., nigga, cuz you can't be me

Bottom Up, C.E.O., L.E.O., V.V

Bottom Up Embassy, the sugar honey iced tea

Ay, bishop, so you wanna be a gangsta

Don't bishop, when we raise them k's up

When I come, I raise four, why was I caged up?

See, I ate, everybody want heaven, but they not want dead

Everybody wanna hustle, but them not want feds

I'm America's ghetto idol, fuck what Simon says

[Lucky Me]

Fuck what Simon says...

It's amazed, I'm never afraid, my struggle's, my energy

Just me, the war is on, got me feeling timid

My goal's the gold, I'mma get it, I'mma spend it

Yeah, I'm a fighter, I talk it, cuz I always live it

Yeah, I was bragging like the kid, what's back now

Life is strange, cuz I be tripping, to get packs out

And they won't squeeze, so you won't catch me now

I got a heart of God, plus I'm smart so the devil won't get me

Yeah, but I'mma get mines by any means

Just me, I don't need a team, no crack, I don't need the fiends

It's like since I left ball, they took my dream

I be smoking, getting high, is not for me

Like round ball, now watch me get it up

I break rules, but girls, they give it up

I speak the truth, one year past, now I'm back where I started from

No money's saved, one kid made me another one

Or a life lesson, or could it be I'm just dumb

Lucky Me, make dollars, true believers

I overcome everything, I'm close to a genius

I fell so many times, I can't count no more

So what's the reason why ya'll counting for?

From the Bottom, the Bottom, the top of the top, I'm still close to the floor

I'm rich, I wasn't born to be poor, I wanna do shows

Radio City, Canargie Hall

Hot 97, freestyling, getting it on

A-Town stomping, I'm doing songs with Lil' Jon

To get me a wifey, maybe Christiana Milian

Who you know, get it popping like me

Lucky Me, man, I'm hot in these streets

[C-Tera]

You think you nice, nigga? I'm twice these niggas

To tell the truth, man, I don't even like these niggas

This was 199 some, I would fight these niggas

This a new millennium, I have to light these niggas

I was down on my luck, it was fuck me, nigga

Now that I'm on, and you not, fuck you niggas

That's right I cuss you niggas, I don't trust you niggas

I got 27 styles, just for you niggas

And I'm a real life cat, before I was rapping

That mean when shit jumped off, I'm coming out clapping

And I'mma write a verse about it, just like it happens

So they can play it on 106 and Park, and get it cracking, nigga

Heat backing out the side of the whip

Blood leaking from the side of your life, stop snitching, nigga