Lost One

So baby, hey baby, hey baby, so baby, drip on Ready or not, ready or not, ready, ready, ready or not Here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you, and take it slowly You can't run away from this pain, I ain't got no baby Hey baby, it's probably why I get high all day long You see how they talk, they say they gon' body us On the road to riches, I ain't pickin' nobody up I'm rappin' through the pain, ain't it obvious They want someone to blame, point they fingers, it's probably us And f*ck them niggas who doubted us They made a U-turn, now they scream how they proud of us Cause I been gone for a long time Instead of hatin', get your own grind Niggas come in the body, somethin', they got it from me It's not a problem, cause all my homies at 7.30 Shout out to Harlem my niggas sittin' at 7.30 We stay winnin', just tell my mama, don't worry for me No, I did a lot by my lonesome Shit be hot, I still play the block, tryna hold some Heard these niggas get a lot of guap, and I want some Man, I'm in it for the long run I said you might win some, but you just lost one I said they might win some, but they just lost one I said you might win some, but you just lost one I said they might win some, but they just lost one All this writin' and nigga typin', I pray it's workin What's on that corner with marijuana, a nigga servin My baby need some shoes, daddy need a new Suburban Nigga hurtin', but baby mama need a new Birkin It's okay, I'll just ride the wave, I'm cool with surfin It's for certain, I pack a tool, cause these dudes be lurkin It ain't over, baby, move the curtain Your body bangin', baby, who's your surgeon I said you might win some, but you just lost one I said they might win some, but they just lost one Ready or not, here I come I'm gonna find you and take it slowly Ready or not, here I come I'm gonna find you and take it slowly You can't run away You can't run away Gotta raise my son up, gotta raise my son up Gotta take him away from the place where their hearts full of hate And they raise their gun up So I pray and I pray every day until that come up Through the grace of God, I'm always in the studio When the police run up I don't know what to say All I know is if I grind, everything be okay Tell them have a good day Put a price on my head, they don't know what to pay But if I be wrong with you niggas That's why when I win, that's where you begin I can't get along with you niggas I'll never do a song with you niggas You ain't worth shit to a king I wouldn't even pwn none of you niggas On the hill with my queen She lookin' like Lorne on you niggas You can make it rain But my team pourin' on you niggas We lines all gold on you niggas Might bring back Jordan