Nobigdyl. – Lottery lyrics

[Intro: nobigdyl.]
Dirty south

[Pre-Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Dirty south, can you really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast feel us
Dirty south, yeah, can y'all really feel us?
East coast feel us, west coast

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (931, 615)
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy (Dyllie)
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery (Alright)

[Verse 1: nobigdyl.]
Dyllie had to get it from the jump
Know I had to spit and hit a dunk
Me and all my homies in the yo
Spilling out our dreams on microphones
Momma front the bill she set it up
Nervous little boy I couldn't front
Momma had to call the homie Smoke
Step into the booth and here we go
Got the Fruityloops off of Limewire
Practice interviews watching Nardwuar
I was in love I couldn't fake that
Me and my crew tryna crank that
We had the mass appeal inside the cafeteria
Spitting raps about money and bad material
I was passionate, my homie pass the pen
We hit the grind and beat, as they were gathering
And called them battles but we would all laugh as friends
And in the end we would go back to class as kin
We were the hallway kings, most lit teams
One kiss from a chick that's a big ring
Back then walk it out with some pristine
And the three stacks verse with the Sistine
Woulda gave it all up just for this dream
Didn't know that God was listenin'

[Chorus: nobigdyl.]
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams, yeah, ayy
Taking my chances like the lottery, like the lottery

[Verse 2: Kaleb Mitchell]
'06 gotta call the Monday
See my momma face she was horrified
Try to walk around with a smile on
Play it real cool but I couldn't put my heart aside
Couple years later Momma got sick
Now it's getting harder to be happy
Spending every single second putting poems in the notebook
All my homies left me lonely, they would party I was rappin'
I sitting in depression tryna find a way up out it
Writing out bars in the middle of the class
Told the girl up on my dreams all she ever did was doubt it
Couple years past, things moving real fast
Now I'm 16 labels wanna fly me out
Two tapes under the belt and one on the way
Couple people said a couple nice words about me online
All my haters got nothing to say
Met a few people I used to put on my playlist
Turns they ain't who I though they were
Few tears in the game now I'm acclimated
Off of being myself, I done cost some buzz but
I'm still lightyears away from my goals
Mom got bills and chemo ain't cheap
I ain't have bread to buy my school clothes
Didn't do assignments, I would sell beats
Walking through the halls with my headphones on
Another dollar in my pocket tryna come up on the meal
Screaming in the studio plotting on the mill'
I was flat broke said no to a deal
I need all of mine, yes I said I need all of mine
Look, you see me as a dollar sign but I'm tryna hold the bill
Been working overtime for every single dol'
Now I'm supposed to shine you feel me?

[Outro: Kaleb mitchell and nobigdyl.]
I'm from a place where they really don't stay but you really never leave
Every single thing that I said I would that's what I'm gon' be
Nothing's possible, nothing's impossible if you believe
I got this ticket that's right in my hand and I'm
Tryna come up we got a lot of dreams