Tyrone Briggs - Loser lyrics
rate meJust tell the rate game is a rates
Which means I’ma rap right now
You gotta figure out what I am
Packing now I’m blacking now I’m blacking at the ratchet now
Get is out, back in the back and how could I smash em out
Gotta have a gasket no, when the dues I’m clapping dough,
Although I never shot nobody,
This is what I rap about,
Gangsta but don’t know the definition
Never wishing to prison and lying in my composition
Rapping about my smith and the way we shoot
What a mass gonna .. is the tool guard and got in the distance
Get it, you hate it what they fake until I make it real
it’s where my chain happen
What is made is famous still
That’s why I even got the nerve and call me to speak
Call me pullin’ on me Porsches and but really drop the niece some
Thus the rap about the way I never move up,
Plus I’m not respected in this city I grew up
So grindin’ with some tools that have no future
And now tell me what I am, a lo lo loser
I wanna get it all
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
why don’t you kill me?
I wanna get it all,
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Boys shot for the girl who don’t have a problem with
But in the get in the shot gun for a section ain’t crib
Two times for the due a couple hundred owes
And that nothing that he’s broke
Sleeping on their mother couch is
You’re loser, you had the jays and ..
And when you’re user loser
You had the chase to influence
Then use a .. I ain’t even gotta say it
So know who you are, don’t even need the ..
I fake for this .. say and on the corner slang it
Who had the chance to be somebody famous
He chose to be a .. really had no future
And now I’m little kids and used to look up
And I’m like damn, oh homie
yeah
In highschool you was the man homie
What happened to you?
Too late to do it now and I know you really feel
You’re taking enough space screaming
Huh
I wanna get it all
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
why don’t you kill me?
I wanna get it all,
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
