Songtexte Out Of Luck - Exum!

You're losing
And you're out of luck
You're losing
There's no time for
Uh, trust in in these people
I don't think I can
Try to talk down but they really fans
All sound the same, that shit really bland
Had to mix it up
Feeling like a fan
Blow, try to belittle me
I'm not ya bro
I did ya dirty
Now you feeling low
You can never help me
You gotta go
This is the way nigga
That's how it go
Why would I trust you with some of the shit
That I'm needing right back
Nigga that shit is dead
Why would I help you with yo little problems
You stay in that drama
Nigga that shit dead
Probably the reason that shit steady happening
Wanna elevate but you never practicing
Think you entitled? You didn't take your medicine
Ran out of luck, you resorted to (panicking)
Surpassing these people, they ran out of luck
Say you better, better bet all ya bucks
Feeling elite so I'm calling your bluff
Go against me, now you left in the dust
When you around, only feel disgust
Lost all respect for you, that is a bust
All in my element, you feel the gust
Feel like a winner, I got all the luck
Uh, now you ran out of luck, so give it up
You had enough
Instead of crying about that lil shit little nigga
Better run it up
Applying the pressure to situations holding me back
I'm fucking em up
I would be nice by helping you out
But the chances you took is enough
I wanna flex like I never could
Think that I'm normal, you misunderstood
Peeping the come up, I knew you would
Not where you at, so I feel a lil good
See you hating, but I'm not even mad
Saw you laughing, like I'm not in my bag
But you you can't do it, that's too bad
Aye, Exum!
Being petty, pick and choose, pick a side
Group of dudes, that's a feud, homicide
Can't lose, get 'em gone, mamas cry
All while kid's playing outside
Turn around, multiply, genocide
Worldwide, everybody wonder why
Telling lies in a tell-all you televised
Think it's funny till you finna die
Ya little cousin don't got a father figure
And the whole world got no politician
Now the buildings falling like it's demolition
When the smoke clears, people reminiscing
Need to reposition how you always living
Wait but you not giving a fuck
I was just schooling you mentally, not to mention
Yea yo time was ticking so you ran out of luck
Uh, now you ran out of luck, so give it up
You had enough
Instead of crying about that lil shit little nigga
Better run it up
Applying the pressure to situations holding me back
I'm fucking em up
I would be nice by helping you out
But the chances you took is enough
You're losing
And you're out of luck
You're losing
There's no time for trust