Lost Times (feat. Jozzy)

Uh I feel blessed, had the bread stash I woke up feelin' saucy, blew the whole bag, uh Get your hood maxed Two kids, same baby mama, all black You know me though, alcoholic, all the little shit that comes involved with it Takes time, man, you know what I mean I got some screws loose in this thing, you know what I mean It takes some time, but it's gon' be the one though And that's just how it works Slid through the many nights I never met many like I Say she like girls that want mines Fuck on her friends, I might not Niggas stand clear when I drop Niggas gon' learn when I talk You see they move when I march God, credit, bless, love, the realest My thugs, my niggas, drugs and killers How you hate me with a smile, my nigga? You foul, my nigga You turned love into a cow, my nigga, ayy Pop, I did it, the block, I slid it You hatin', I figured, no sleep on my pillow You broke and a bum, the worst of the scum Was dappin' your son, he know how I won You see how I come, you see how I'm clutch The only of us, pfft, uh Slid through the many nights I never met many like I You mention Q, and they lie I know I'm great in they eyes The first Hoover that flied, I (Suu) I'ma put my fingers in the air for the lost times Twist one then I put it in the air for the lost times I'ma throw this money everywhere for the lost times (su, su, su, su, su, su) I'ma get to bustin' in the air for the lost times (pop, pop, pop) (Su, su, su) Slid through the many nights, uh Givin' you plenty life, uh Death and beauty all alike I tried so many times, like, how else I'ma climb the height? Uh Who knew I'd be dynamite, uh? You keepin' it shade (you keepin' it shade) I'm tryna shine all the light, uh Yeah, on the gang, look I learned the most when I get calls from my cell We all need help, but first we must believe in ourselves We all on wealth right (right), but first we gotta learn how to fail We all seen Hell, right, so tell me it was better than Hell Oh, wait, uh, no matter what we livin' it up (we livin' it up) Life is what you make it, and it, it still ain't enough (it still ain't-) Uh, yo, on God in Heaven, this how I rock though (suu) The homies didn't believe until I slid with you, right? (Right) My mama, she didn't believe until I wrote pictures, right? Uh Got a call about some hate, you still my dawg, nigga, right? (Uh) But instead of extended your hand, you want me to dig with you Like- (a'ight)