[Intro: Term K & Acumental]
Any luck?
Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So?
So I fought back, now it's all good
Good
Any luck?
Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So?
So I fought back, now it's all good
Good

[Verse 1: Acumental]
Ugh, luck of the draw like Uno, I'm too dope
There's no telling what y'all might do though, so who knows?
We gamble on a huge over-under
I'm Zeus whippin' thunder bolts, too close for comfort
I've gone AWOL, last in line behind the eight ball
Repeatedly thieving Peter to pay Paul, it's NaPalm
Prank call the bank with a bomb threat
Come for the wordplay, stay for the content
I'm not dead just dying for attention
A pothead gettin' higher with his henchmen
The firebrand child from detention yo and I ain't even lying
I keep it fly 'til I'm retired with a pension
The weather's getting warmer
Attention deficit disorder, so I'm sort of distracted
No subordinate rappers in my camp, I was born to adapt syntax
Forward and back on this orbital axis, yeah
I was normally absent from the classroom
Too busy working on a plan to be a wealthy man
Never had to beg nobody for nothin'
But my luck ran out, and now I'm asking for a helping hand
[Chorus]
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good

[Verse 2: Term K]
Buy some weed and smoke it
Get the pliers with the needle-nose tip 'case you need a roach clip
Keep a close watch, keep it roastin'
Open Pandora's box, leave it open
Cold-cocked like pissing in a blizzard
Won't stop, chickens giving me gizzard
Sippin' with a sizzurp, pretty inconsiderate
Claiming to be ill when he literally illiterate
Finna get any thang he can grab at
Either a guinea pig or a lab rat, asshat
Wear it out like a snapback
21 guns going blackjack, rat-a-tat-tat
Somebody told me to quit, another somebody told me I'm the shit
Rolley on the wrist, don't even know the time
If it's over the borderline then is it totally legit?
Wagwan, undercover with his gun drawn
Was it something that I done or that I done wrong?
Puffin' on a blunt I'm on the run I gotta jump off
Oughta write a poem or a love song
Hook in the beat
How in the heck you expect me to stay woke
When the music gon' put me to sleep
Same old, same old then I've seen it before
Stank Face came to even the score mo' fucka
[Chorus]
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good

[Verse 3: Term K]
Maybe get with the go if you live in the Windy City
Maybe dip if you don't wanna get to the nitty-gritty
Lady Liberty called, twisting this bitch's titty
Millennial knee jerks like "me first gimme gimme"
The reefer, the sticky icky, researching my blood
Eternally love each person we touch
Keep turning it up to the umpteenth level
The bass heads said "who the fuck needs treble?"

[Acumental]
My ratty ramshackle shack in shambles
Ac smashing cameras with ACME anvils
A kooky sleuth hound only out for the truth
I'm long in the tooth, drowning in the fountain of youth, hey
Which way is up? I'm just poppin' in to say wassup
But I'll stay for supper if you're chopping up a steak or something
I take initiative, nifty in my native tongue
Nicotine addiction feed it sipping on Jamaican rum
[Term K]
Yo, rappers getting high watching rappers getting high, watch it
'Less you wanna know what happens when we die
I'm laughing and I'm crying and I'm asking where the exit is
Take yo asses on a exodus as the record skip- skip

[Acumental]
You nervous nellies never knew how to be heroic
My lethal poets leading cults, we can drink the potion
You see the omen, I'm a soulless heathen raising hell
But the streak is broken so I take the L, keep it goin'

[Chorus]
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good
Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad
So I fought back, now it's all good
Any luck? Any luck? An- An- Any luck?
Any luck? Any luck? An- An- Any luck?
Any luck?