Lost Outro
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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
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