Lost Soul

They say pain dont last long but it's still here

Won't stop dissing in them songs until you kill them

Them demons with the reaper I don't fear them

He got too bloody about my people I can't drill him no

Tour after tour show after show

Running up them bands that's a whole hundred more

Hop out with that pressure hit you thru the telescope

I been hurt so many times but I shook back I'm not d rose

I'm an insane n---a who you knew before

We bring that pain n---a like you hit your pinky toe

On the corner of the baseboards

Pick up sticks better pick up sticks cuz you ain't safe boy

I wanna know why they hate boy

All that looking gon get you shot in the face boy

Take 5k out the safe and put it in the bin

Gon take 25 out that bitch and put it on your mans though

And put 100 in the street

That's drawing blood for a n---a every week

Got tired of taking Ls that shit got me in beast mode

Glock with a switch with 50 on that bitch that's a cheat code

Gon post on they block cuz they know that it get lethal

Gon clear that street hop out your jeep like what you creep for

When it's beef you gotta die easy

So I get dirty send a prayer to the sky

Spinning shit and wet you up

My gangsta bitch like mello buckz

Get your addy ain't no cabbage she be quick to set you up

She a bleeda she like me that evil she like me

That creeping she like me ain't tryna find a way to leave

They say pain don't last long but it's still here

Won't stop dissing in them songs until you kill them

Them demons with the reaper I don't fear them

He got too bloody about my people I can't drill him no

Tour after tour show after show

Running up them bands thats a whole hundred more

Hop out with that pressure hit you thru the telescope

I been hurt so many times but I shoot back I'm not d rose

Mane these n---as they be pussy ass

Bitch ass hoe ass snitch ass slimy ass n---as

You gon get your whole clique smashed

Tellem this the get back pull up fuck chit chat

I cashed out on some diamonds

All because of my mama death the age the she left

Won't care bout who you kill

Cuz when we up in the field better know that we step

Coming thru stepping on heads leaving shit left for dead

The snakes up in that grass look how they did fred

Why I been feeling bad prolly need to take my meds

200 in the glass of water now I'm feeling yea

Long live rich homie I been feeling like the man again

Can't stop clapping pistols we do it again and again

Look out with your sails in the wind

So we put bullets in the wind

You know we dancing to win

I think that they won't play again