[Title: Born Lucky ] [Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Rent notice taped to the peeling paint I’m praying to a dollar-sign saint You park the Tesla where the hydrants sit Acting like your money don't smell like... well It’s a rigged setup And I’m running on a broken wheel While you seal the deal With a handshake made of stainless steel [Chorus] It ain't fair motherfucker You were born on third base Thinking you hit a triple With that smirk on your face I’m working bone to the gristle Just to stay in the race Yeah it ain't fair motherfucker Get out of my space [Instrumental Solo] [Style Shift] [Rap Feature] Look Caviar dreams while I’m scraping the pot You bought the whole block / I’m connecting the dots Daddy signed the check / You never broke a sweat I’m dodging the repo man / You’re placing a bet On the stock market floor Yacht parked off the shore I’m kicking down the door We ain't taking it no more [Style Shift] [Chorus] It ain't fair motherfucker You were born on third base Thinking you hit a triple With that smirk on your face I’m working bone to the gristle Just to stay in the race Yeah it ain't fair motherfucker Get out of my space [Abrupt Ending]