Artist: Lucky Luciano Album: Back From Vacation (Mixtape) Song: God (Freestyle) * Typed by: Wammy Giveaway * Freestyle of "I'm God" by Lil' B [Lucky Luciano (Clams Casino in background)] Freestyle, bitch ("How did you know") Ya boy be sayin', "They freestyle, but they be writin'" ("It's what I always wanted") I ain't writin', I'm recitin' ("Could never have had too many of these") I'm shinin' like lightnin' And nobody comin' tighter on the mic, I'm liver Know what I'm sayin' ("Will you, quit kicking me under the table") Say some shit like that and get paper and dough Really, though ("I'm trying, will somebody make her") I'm a professional, don't try this at home ("Shut up about it") Hold up ("Can we settle down please" --> Imogen Heap) Lucky (Main Verse) I ain't settle down for shit Still a damn pimp Got rich as fuck Talkin' all this shit Hopped up in the whip Drove it to the top Now I'm looking down on them, man I make 'em drop Leave that ass dead, flat line, man, they're gone Man, I got mine, now I'm sittin' on the chrome With a big brick home Man, I'm the one Lucky Luciano winnin', got his bank funds Y'all was playing games I was 'bout my change I was dropping all kind of fuckin' mixtapes Building my clientelle, you know that I was sellin' Now I'm gettin' paid, I ain't gotta be a felon Ain't sellin' dope, I'm just, showin' hope I'm givin' kids the game, how to, what, climb the ropes And go get ya chips Go hit ya lick Stay up on your grind, you could live like this I'm the shit Man I love this shit I'm a break 'em boys off and pop bub to this, here Man, I'm gone Ridin' on chrome I break 'em boys off, all night to the dome, I could flow I could go wreck the instrumental Me and that boy Tumbleweed up in the limo Man, I ain't got no damn chaffeur Man, I ain't sober Rollin' range rover, you know I'm thankin' throw-der Got a tatted up shoulder and it says "Playamade" Playamade Mexican, that's who I am to the grave Man, I'm stayin' paid I walked up on stage I told 'em, "My name Lucky, here I am, now get me paid" Man And I never ever quit I never look back I was all about my chips I was all about my cash I showed my naked ass Grabbed the mic and wrecked it fast, now I get my moneybags Man Got my big catalog Every month, my check is just gettin' mighty tall Man, it's lookin' hefty, my pocket's lookin' lumpy It's that boy Luck, bet ya baby mama love me Wanna take a picture, she beggin' me to stick her But I'm 'bout my money, and I'm tryin' to get me richer So if she can't, get me rich I can't give that hoe no dick I'm a be a fuckin' pimp Til I'm fuckin' Pimp C's bitch Nigga It's Lucky Lu, I'm 'bout my figure Fuckin' mob figure You know I got richer Suck a rich nigga dick I'm 'bout my figures, bitch I got to hit a lick I ain't gotta push a brick I talk a lot of shit Up on the microphone That's what I gotta do to go, get my fuckin' dough And I ain't gon' quit, no I'm gon' get more, dough I'm gon' stay in polo I'm gon' stay solo I don't need no friends, I don't need nobody, nope All I give a fuck 'bout, my family and my, fucking dope So if I don't know ya Then uh, bye bye Cause I'm gon' be, over here Stayin' hella fly Flier than a pelican Playamade Mexican Sippin' on my medicine Man, just let him in Let him in the game Let him to the top Here I am, I remain to wreck shop I said, "Sell on the yatch" Bought a B-12 drop Now I'm headed for the top And I make ya body rock I, make your body shake Been this player since first grade And you know I'm player made And you know I'm stayin' paid Tailor made wardrobe, man, I'm throwed Hoppin' like a toad Starched and iron clothes Man, I'm so groovy Bought another uzi Have you seen my movie I got in a jacuzzi With a groupie in it Man, I'm still pimpin', gettin' head Like Bill Clinton, all I want is a meal ticket Buy another crib Buy another car Man, I'm livin' large Sippin' on a bar Livin' like a star Man, here I are I don't give a fuck Got my swishas in a jar Got the damn doughty rolled up You know I'm pourin' up Got the game sewed up They ain't fuckin' with the Luck Hell naw...