So Good Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow; or as the dew of night:
Not all at once, but gently, as the trees
Are, by the sunbeams, tickled by degrees.
“Got me on the curb letting traffic pass me by / No questions, I said nothing / Looking for the mutant to be buckin the law / Naw man Gipp show him my shit, close my mouth then I dip / See to me G is a person who understands the plan / Can’t make no moves when you in the hands of the man”
Big Gipp | “Thought Process”