Lyrics to Lottery
Dirty south
Mmm
Dirty south, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast feel us
Dirty south, yeah, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (931, 615)
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Dyllie)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (Alright)
Dyllie had to get it from the jump (Dyllie)
Knew I had to spit and hit a dunk (Hit a dunk)
Me and all my homies in the yo
Spilling out our dreams in microphones
Momma front the bill, she set it up
Nervous little boy, I couldn't front
Momma had to call the homie Smoke
Step into the booth and here we go
Got the FruityLoops off of Limewire (Limewire)
Practice interviews watching Nardwuar (Nardwuar)
I was in love, I couldn't fake that (Nah)
Me and my crew tryna crank that
We had the mass appeal inside the cafeteria
Spitting raps about money and bad material
I was passionate, my homie passed the pen
We hit the grind and beat as they were gathering
And called them battles but we would all laugh as friends
And in the end we'd go back to the class as kin
We were the hallway kings, most lit teams
One kiss from a chick, that's a big ring
Back then, walk it out with some pristine
And the 3 Stacks verse with the Sixteen
Woulda gave it all up just for this dream
Didn't know that God was listening
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery, ayy
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Lot of dreams)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery
'06, got a call that Monday
See my momma face, she was horrified
Try to walk around with a smile on
Play it real cool but I couldn't put my heart aside
Couple years later Momma got sick
Now it's getting harder to be happy
Spending every single second puttin' poems in the notebook
All my homies left me lonely, they would party, I was rappin'
I was sittin' in that depression tryna find a way up out it
Writing down bars in the middle of the class
Told the girl up on my dreams, all she ever did was doubt it
Couple years passed, things moving real fast
Now I'm 16, labels wanna fly me out
Two tapes under the belt and one on the way
Couple people said a couple nice words about me online
All my haters got nothin' to say
Met a few people that I used to put on my playlist
Turns they ain't who I though they was
Few years in the game, now I'm acclimated
Off of being myself, I done cost some buzz but
I'm still lightyears away from my goals
Mom got bills and chemo ain't cheap
I ain't have bread to buy my school clothes
Didn't do assignments, I would sell beats
Walking through the halls with my headphones on
Another dollar in my pocket tryna come up on the meal
Screamin' in the studio, plottin' on the mill'
I was flat broke, said no to a deal
I need all of mine, yeah I said it, I need all of mine
Look, you see me as a dollar sign
I'm just tryna hold the bill
Been working overtime for every single dol'
Now I'm supposed to shine, you feel me?
I'm from a place where they really don't stay but you really never leave
Every single thing that I said I would, that's what I'm gon' be
Nothing's impossible, nothing's impossible if you believe
I got this ticket that's right in my hand and I'm
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah
Mmm
Dirty south, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast feel us
Dirty south, yeah, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (931, 615)
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Dyllie)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (Alright)
Dyllie had to get it from the jump (Dyllie)
Knew I had to spit and hit a dunk (Hit a dunk)
Me and all my homies in the yo
Spilling out our dreams in microphones
Momma front the bill, she set it up
Nervous little boy, I couldn't front
Momma had to call the homie Smoke
Step into the booth and here we go
Got the FruityLoops off of Limewire (Limewire)
Practice interviews watching Nardwuar (Nardwuar)
I was in love, I couldn't fake that (Nah)
Me and my crew tryna crank that
We had the mass appeal inside the cafeteria
Spitting raps about money and bad material
I was passionate, my homie passed the pen
We hit the grind and beat as they were gathering
And called them battles but we would all laugh as friends
And in the end we'd go back to the class as kin
We were the hallway kings, most lit teams
One kiss from a chick, that's a big ring
Back then, walk it out with some pristine
And the 3 Stacks verse with the Sixteen
Woulda gave it all up just for this dream
Didn't know that God was listening
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery, ayy
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Lot of dreams)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery
'06, got a call that Monday
See my momma face, she was horrified
Try to walk around with a smile on
Play it real cool but I couldn't put my heart aside
Couple years later Momma got sick
Now it's getting harder to be happy
Spending every single second puttin' poems in the notebook
All my homies left me lonely, they would party, I was rappin'
I was sittin' in that depression tryna find a way up out it
Writing down bars in the middle of the class
Told the girl up on my dreams, all she ever did was doubt it
Couple years passed, things moving real fast
Now I'm 16, labels wanna fly me out
Two tapes under the belt and one on the way
Couple people said a couple nice words about me online
All my haters got nothin' to say
Met a few people that I used to put on my playlist
Turns they ain't who I though they was
Few years in the game, now I'm acclimated
Off of being myself, I done cost some buzz but
I'm still lightyears away from my goals
Mom got bills and chemo ain't cheap
I ain't have bread to buy my school clothes
Didn't do assignments, I would sell beats
Walking through the halls with my headphones on
Another dollar in my pocket tryna come up on the meal
Screamin' in the studio, plottin' on the mill'
I was flat broke, said no to a deal
I need all of mine, yeah I said it, I need all of mine
Look, you see me as a dollar sign
I'm just tryna hold the bill
Been working overtime for every single dol'
Now I'm supposed to shine, you feel me?
I'm from a place where they really don't stay but you really never leave
Every single thing that I said I would, that's what I'm gon' be
Nothing's impossible, nothing's impossible if you believe
I got this ticket that's right in my hand and I'm
Tryna come up, we got a lot of dreams, yeah
