Lost

Where the heck am I?

You know what I'm saying young Memphis ****

You know I say claim this bitch by myself ****

You know I'm still with the squad

You know what I'm saying it's raining where I'm at

It's raining and thunderstorm, ****

Ain't no sunshine over here, you hear me?

Bitch, I got different styles, I'm a mystery

And tell you mama 'cause I'm going down in history

I'm seeing through you pussy **** like a picket fence

I'm drinking water, bitch, but water boys ain't a trend

And I don't give a fuck, you ain't got to play my shit

'Cause only real **** know I ain't faking shit

I'm changing every damn day, can't stay the same for shit

But still real with my **** but can't trust a bitch

And keep your eyes on the **** that you kicking with

'Cause really everybody just want benefits

You **** listen to these rappers, think you with the shit?

Then try to bump me and I feel my shit

I'm a tell you once, bitch, I'm not a lyricist

Tell you what you need to hear and make it clear, you bitch

I'm having fun with this rap shit is you serious?

If it weren't for this I'd be delirious

I'm steady changing the game when I'm dropping tapes, bitch

I know the industry watching they don't say shit

I know them fuck **** plotting when they hear my shit

I'm pulling up and I'm watching ready for a pick

I wanna be in love but I can't remember shit

And I forget about these hoes 'cause I'm on some money shit

And they don't ever hit my line till they want some dick

And I don't ever got no time 'cause I'm making hits

All you wack **** slacking I'ma tell you quick

Think you hot shit, kill you all slowly

I'm on Twitter but you better not approach me

And this ain't Twitter rap, bitch, fuck promotions, pussy