Fortune Favours the Bold – Connor Quest
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Fortune Favours the Bold

Chorus:
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold

Verse 1:
Make you disappear that's magic
Top tier not average
God, we're the baddest
Not near us
'Cause I bounce back from a down like I'm fricking elastic
Outsmart foes, hit 'um with the team tactics
Strike at the side and we're winning these matches
They don't want smoke like nicotine patches
Drop lames on my off days
Pop brains like a doc operating while he's on 'caine
Switch up like I crossed lanes
Cop 'nades to your legs like Octane
Locked aim, Shockwave
Like you walked in a Wattson gate and the watts invade
I've paid for your grave, look here's your alatted space
With a rock engraved with "Rot in Pain"
Toppling greats off the pedestal ranking
No shot wasted, every one landing
Bloodhound chasing, you're out of breath, panting
Hiding away, get intense if you're camping
Assault and battery man, I need charging
Yeah it's ramping up when we're charging
Got a battery pack, I need charging
Yeah we add the stacks and we charging
Not a quick buck, but a quick buck
Shot into your belly like a nip tuck
Get ripped up, know I've been tough
Since kings canyon, I'm clipped up
Big stuff, sticking you up, there's no pratting about
Double tap on a scout, spectacular sound when I'm blasting a round like
Chorus:
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold

Verse 2:
Hand grips on the handgrip
Taking out all these trash kids
Mastiff have a man stiff
I be calling it my bad bitch
Body bag 'um, you gon' feed the dogs
Jaws claiming and the teeth are long
Three on one, got my three O one
Make 'um DC, that's three O one
I'm the brutish type, I got a tool that bites
Take me on? No, that'd be a foolish plight
It be do or die, we're dropping through the sky
Hit the hotspot, landing, the loot is mine
I be cruising by, look at the views, but my
You're a real eyesore like a gruesome sty
Never lose the fight, hit, one, two, there eyes
Are block and blue that's why it's called a Bruiser Sight
Come in here to cull and they all know the aim is dangerous
Cave in every skull I get a close up when the Kraber bust
Holy moly, break 'um down they crumble into angel dust
Permanent sedation from this slumber, you ain't waking up
Cat thief, gunna steal shit
Take med packs, can't heal bitch
Teleport with no heel clicks
Cop a robot like Will Smith
She be hunting 'cause of Revenants' sins
Hear the growling like you revved on engine
I'm not giving you a bell or quick ping
When I let tech ring
Chorus:
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold
Oh damn, Legends of the whole land
Going, feel like Loba 'cause you know I get the gold man
Falling heading straight to the vault and then we're spraying them all
We take the game because fortune favours the bold

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