Lost//What's What

I just got up wit the bros couple of shows hop up and running to goals Some of you know product of born in November that mean I was already cold Leave me alone Niggas pretending to get it committed to all of these roles All of these hoes Young nigga born in the Chi I was tryina ball like d rose Quality flows Eventually quantity rose right off the top of the nose Brought it in bulk Scrubbin too hard with the soap Bubbling all that I know Bubblin soda Bubble his shit now it swole up Watch it all bubblin over I was in boca Lived like I'm servin Jehovah the way I was fuckin wit no one Pack in the stroller Out in the sun Louis Scola Nigga it don't get no colder Then both of the folk you was posed to be fuckin wit fumble the bag and it having you grow up Single apartment made that shit work for the 4 of me and my brothers you know what Packages sold up Simply would stack it and show up Never would lack if you know us Brought to two thousand and twenty I'm down on my money stayed right off a block from Wenonah Nas he the baby Why he live wild and crazy Had in my mind Ima save him and then take him to places that I thought were simply amazing Pray every day that I make it I made me enough to make sure that he wasn't in danger Now I turned into a stranger Brodie don't know why Shorty my youngin lil 4 eyes I want to see him go so high Every month or so make sure I go say aloha Quick is the way time would go by Mentally ill family got that on both sides I'm just like them with a bow tie R**** in prison he got caught up with 4 5 Watching his daughter life go by Make better decisions I know I Have potential attempting the slow grind Clear my mental I'm hitting the smoke See my demons and hit it one more time You think you know why I want the most Then you really not different than most guys With the music be tryina to cope Niggas jack it and don't know my coat size Really keeping my head on my shoulders Shit is heavy that I try to hold high Lotta problems be letting em soak It come down to it though bet it won't slide If you think you gon lie to me so Word to prophet da truth with the most high On the net they be calling me bro To be honest I don't even know guys Now my notes piled and wit no smiles Niggas move white like a snowplow If they heard that they go oh wow But it's not new you just know now Drop through with my folk Get up on the phone When I get a minute hit em like the faux Sent into the clinic clearing up my throat Fucked up didn't have a glimmer of a hope then Seen a 9 way before 10 See a dime I get frozen In my mind is a mine go deep inside find that it's gold in Hit the L for my L's throat been in hell guess I don't know wins Share what's all been inside cuz Ima die I just don't know when All I wanted was a whole lotta money On my post heart eye heart eye when I show acting funny Never know what's the climate like it snow when it's sunny I been trusting my gut know what's what in my tummy Who the f*ck was there when I needed somewhere to be It was just me and God leading the route my feet in the direction of a place I could be Ended up in a situation I won't ever repeat again if I'm needy Then I'm hitting a distributor eatery with the speed I got a clutch On something that's feeding me I don't mean be a crutch But if you gon lean on me then jus lean I've had enough Of people deceiving me when I seem to give em love They all end up leaving me got ptsd My phone is staying on dnd Unless one of my brothers finna meet with a deity Don't nothing hurt me more than losing folk who believe in me I almost lost a parent was apparent had to switch up the scenery The depression that I had it was eating me I know you see my face and think I'm doing it easily But I can guarantee was only easily seemingly All I wanted was a whole lotta money Lotta shows on my belt all my folks going dummy When I blow want to look up like what happened to me But I trust in my gut know what's what in my tummy All I wanted was a whole lotta money Lotta shows on my belt all my folks going dummy When I blow want to look up like what happened to me But I trust in my gut know what's what in my tummy That's why I been tryina get to the bag Giving love when it was all that I had now that's in the past I'm in the pad And jotting out all the good and the bad when I'm back I'm not giving slack I'll never relax In and out packs you want a ft then I need a tax I remember every weekend was me and p and a track Then when I hit the road it was me and me and the mac I've been everything I needed since leaving who I would ask I was defeated by the feeling a fleeing when I was tasked By the evil all around me was seeing I sit and laugh With the people who would end up mistreating me what I had Was lack of clarity disparities crawling all on my ass I'm just mad I'm not a monster I got tired of seeing doctors I move back my homie locked up Thought we'd last shorty got knocked up Still got love I show a lot of Do too much to get my stock up Want more fun than beating box up All I'm trusting is my partner Took too long to get my mind right All that's left is turn the spot up All I wanted was a whole lotta money Lotta shows on my belt all my folks going dummy When I blow want to look up like what happened to me But I trust in my gut know what's what in my tummy All I wanted was a whole lotta money Lotta shows on my belt all my folks going dummy When I blow want to look up like what happened to me But I trust in my gut know what's what in my tummy