Caskey - Lost Outro lyrics

rate me

Pressure plus pipes, I got the 2 here strung on my right

And ever since I lost you pops I don't write

And that was like 09 but every time the beat come on

I swear it’s go time, my fingers start itching

The pieces of divine start clicking

The mistress in my mind start strippin'

I swear I’m at a constant conflict with these women

Cause all the studio time that I buy

Is way more important than anything that they’ve given

Ain’t that a bitch, owe that hoe a couple dollars

Told to take it in blood or I’m crippin'

I swear the top is my mission

Cause sometimes I feel like if you would have been proud

Then you wouldn’t have gone missing

Picture a child that hears prisons

Where nobody gon' write me, nobody come to visit

And visually I’m sustained, by walls and still

Is it possible that defies all this real

God damn, am I liar or all this real

Is it true the ones with the desires get all the mills

Cause I gotta eat, shit and my mama got a stomach too

And if you talk bullshit, how do I stomach you?

Riding down the 417, sippin' 100 proof

Pop myself 2 or 3 bars, see what a couple do

My girl tried to stop me, she weigh 102

Yelling that she hate me I swear I feel like it’s nothing new

Pull up bout that driver like fuck you

To the person who made that Smith and Wesson that my father used

Fuck you, I swear I would have taken your life if I had the option

But god didn’t gave that shit to me,

And lately I’ve been a problem, to any motherfucker who crossed me

Yesterday I was in church, and the priest he had the nerve

And the bangers asked what that cross be

I’m devilish, get 'em off me

Hard to take another 2 steps when your feet turn to concrete

Not to mention you off beat

Well how do you hope to compete

Education is institutionalized,

Everything on the news with truthfully is a lie

And everything that is truth, is truthfully in the skies

True beats all on my outlet, I was made to survive

And why do I see bars and still is it possible

That this fire is all this real

God damn, am I a liar, or all this real

Could have be the ones with the designment

All the pills that got us like slaves

And my mama got chains too

If you fuck with the system, how do I change you?

Other day spoke to my cousin, he said he changed crews

He got new homies, and they bang too

Feel like he was made for this gangster shit

Wanna cope an AK, moved to Anchoritz

Anchor bracelets, community control his room

Used to get hoes, and now he get patrolled

And the sad thing he think that he’s cool

The fuck is it we teaching in our schools, nothing

And I don’t even want that discussion

Cause tv shows, celebrities and they budget

And the rest of the country is on fuck it

Robbin and stealing, cause it ain’t no jobs out here

In Florida, appealin', look at all these old folks retirement funds

We take that shit with all our violence, guns

But really it’s the system that made me

And the government think that I’m crazy

But I think that we lost, and I don’t know if he did it with the cross

I feel like everybody on the earth to pay the cost

And maybe we’ll see bars and still

And maybe I am hard to kill

I can truthfully epidemize all this real

I could be the og telling guard your grill

I could be the devil on your shoulder

Or your friend homie

And it all just depends homie, cause we are lost

Truth be told, we are lost

Cause it feel like, in the world when you lost

Don’t know which way to go

All I see is dollar sings