Mr. FortuneNamed Mister Fortune, with mixer and rum, he watched his life as he was dying
Now the virgin son, to the day he won, ran for the hills like he was lightning
When you run up, with gun up, don't show up, no glow up, for no one these dogs keep biting
Hes got words not puns, call him Mike Tyson, when he goes down he falls down fighting
As a kid he was scared when he woke, his parents yelling about being broke, pop a coke
Then he walked to his schoolyard alone, to be shoved to a wall pinned by his throat, then he croaked
"You cant see, when I bleed, but I'll scream, through my teeth, that I'll make it big you be selling dope