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Lyrics:

Denied the bail
I said fuck your honor
Went from poppin’ shells
To poppin’. It’s karma

They put us through hell
And then call us monsters
Now we pull up in wraiths
The ceiling like stardust.

Nigga it’s NOT LUCK
I’m living the dream
I don’t even Sleep
Too scared to believe… this shit is real

So many decease
For what I achieved
These diamond and links … for every tear
If I call the Team
You know it’s a Dream
We doing this Thing like 96

It ain’t got keys I’m hoppin in
Fuck the Queen In a Culinan
We pull up in that Apparition
This ain’t a game boy. This ain’t Activision

Ice on my chain boy, it hit like a Blizzard
No back and forth. Only the chain is Tennis
(Mhmm)

Had no pot to piss in
Take away they chains and they ain’t got no bitches
They mad at me but they don’t want no friction
They mad at me cuz they ain’t got no vision
(Mhmm/Can't stop won’t stop)


Pray in the wraith, the ceiling is Stardust
(mhmm)

Before I was paid these bitches was Starstruck
(Mhmm)

They Want us to fail but they couldn’t stop us
(Mm m mhmm)

The top look different when you from the bottom
Nigga it’s NOT LUCK

May look the same,
but nigga it’s NOT LOVE

Money.
The Fame.
My nigga it’s NOT LOVE

The bitches
The Chains ,
nigga it’s NOT LUCK

This is just HARD WORK


(Lil Baby)
Seen through that bullshit they tried to throw at me
You gon do it like me, nigga do it with a passion

My life on go, my lil niggas get active
he doin too much, turn that boy to a statue
Dare to ball
But when you fall they won’t catch you

A Different cloth
Just a whole nother texture
When you make it to this point they gon test
I’m from the ghetto, all this shit really extra.

I was still standing out gettin rained on
She was there for me, bought her a range rove
Took a lotta drugs to make sure the pain gone
I been turnt the fuck up since I came home
I was frontline when niggas was dead wrong

Got a million somethin plus worth of chains on
Young dumb bitch, but she got a brain on her

I was stayin solid
Niggas went lame on us
This our hustle
I don’t play around
This is NOT LUCK
Thousand dollar drank off in my cup
I be outside with the top off
We are not the same you a knock off
10 karat diamond
It’s a Golf ball

We was gettin a thousand every drop off
Now I run the game, I done prospered
I took they lil bond but it ain’t stop none
Every time the drop imma cop one
Every time they pop out we gon pop one


Pray in the wraith, the ceiling is Stardust
(mhmm)

Before I was paid these bitches was Starstruck
(Mhmm)

Want me to fail but they couldn’t stop us
(Mm m mhmm)

The top look different when you from the bottom
Nigga it’s NOT LUCK

May look the same,
But it’s NOT LOVE
Money.
The Fame.
But nigga it’s NOT LOVE
Digits may change
But nigga it’s NOT LUCK
This is just HARD WORK