Fortunate from Short Story of the Dreamers
Yea she my rider, she gone tag along...
Ain’t got a single problem if she brings a bag along...
A vagabond...
Ain’t nat-ural...
But shorty you can stay...
I never hope for better, I would rather work and pray...
I would rather work and play...
Way more than...
James and Jordan...
Or wheel of fortune...
My wheels’ a fortune...
My wheels’ imported...
My will’s important...
I’m still rejoicing...
...
All my heroes, got egos, from zero growth...
Dropped my heroes, told myself, to be more dope....
If you get one shot, you miss it, they claim you choked...
But we gone drain it, get famous, don’t touch our throat...
Cancel the fame... I wrote... Still write...
Legacy’s just passion on repeat...