Lose Lose

Somebody call the fraud department (La Musica de Harry Fraud) You know what we on (Make sure your pieces hittin', nigga) I'm still in and out the hood with the bag on me (facts) Done-done niggas good, then went bad on me (fuck 'em) Felt like Suge in '96 with the red rag on me (Eastside) Way I've been tacklin' shit, they should put pads on me Play has changed, so I might call an audible (hike) Turned the AR to a pistol, nigga, now the gun's portable (loaded) We gon' ride like the tank is on a quarter full Got us feelin' likе robbin' the bank is what we oughta do They talk of smokе like I'm too rich to slide I drop a bag and they told me that's How much a bitch had cried (boo-hoo, nigga) We let that heat go just like the Britain skies And I used to cook up coke in the same pot the chicken fried (lucky) You gotta watch the wicked media They tryna find my network on Wikipedia (facts) I can't recall tellin' that bitch that I needed her (sheesh) If she a bad bitch, nigga, tell me where they breeded her, fucker Shit, now that sound like a lose lose I be in all the main events with the who's who's We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus Nigga, I still run around, pocket full of new blues Shit, now that sound like a lose lose I be in all the main events with the who's who's We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus Nigga, I still run around, pocket full of new blues M's in the bank, over eight hundred credit (I'm loaded) Word is my bond, it's gon' rain if I said it (factual) If we shoot a movie, it's no way we can edit (uh-uh) We just charge it to the game 'cause we Love playin' with debit (what's the Venmo?) We'll haul liquid like this water on my neck (facts) Bitch, that's for sure, it's no shortage on the flex (ooh) I got a jewelry box with Audemars and Pateks We be playin' Call of Duty, goin' to war on the jet When I'm hungry, four-course meal on the yacht deck This Yachtmaster on the dock got his watch wet (ill) Been talkin' beef, you ain't run up on the opp yet We been ready to shoot like the clock tickin' with a shot left All these new rappers, they just rap for clout (fuck them lil' niggas) Happened to them choppas you was rappin' 'bout? (You got it on you?) If my name slip out your lips, then I'ma slap your mouth Start frontin' on us and we start backin' out Shit, now that sound like a lose lose I be in all the main events with the who's who's We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus Nigga, I still run around, pocket full of new blues Shit, now that sound like a lose lose I be in all the main events with the who's who's We been puttin' masks on 'fore the new flus Nigga, I still run around, pocket full of new blues