Snowgoons - Lost | Текст песни

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[Hook]
I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost
Callin' the source droppin' dimes if you talk it don't walk it
Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend bitch I gotta be walk

[Verse 1: Block McCloud]
I see them lost like Pac in a trap I can't stack on all*
Stones to walk beat this chalk with a chump
I pencil a lime around your spine and coke a dime
Calling my fam for a 'lil shine nigga get off
My dick like tricks up in my face want a taste
Disgrace to the game so I restrain
It's quite simple man, we take stabs at these corns
And leave them leaking where they stand wishing they wasn't born
And I'm gone Loonie unleashed take a peek I need a son
To pass this shit on I tell you before I'm the one
You done heard about dreamed about
So forth ja gave me these jewels
Before i see em get full course I'm lost
No loyalty government got em scared
No heart running around they just afeared
That's why I'm here the voice of
Millions is still clear to god would
Be allah wit his lit up in the air

[Hook 2X]

[Verse 2: Doap Nixon]
Yo respect your wife fam I can't deny I'm a lost soul
World is a mess so I set up camp at the cross roads
To wage war on the skulls and crossbones
I'm drawing these lines and they're gonna be
Harder to pass than gall stones
America's laws disorientated by bush's lies on
Foreign relations this ain't war we invaded and stole
Oil and rations destroyer of nations it's poison in
Snakes of the bush organization and we the people
Sit back spit raps we dumb blinded by the bling
And the finest blood diamond and while you watching TV
Big brother watching and see me holdin' my cock in three D (haha!)
You got health issues cuz they spreadin' diseases
Drinking top shelf booze won't be gettin yer Jesus
So for me it's better to be lost and wage war in the underground
Than be found down in the grave as a slave whore

[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3: Respect Tha God]
Tha God is Ill, all I need is a classic
I paint rush the chaos my hooks is drastic
The fiends is eatin the crooks is blasted
My creams increasing my books is plastic
And I'mma spend this money like it's my last chance
To feed workers on point, like it's my last dance
I'm from philly we dont lean wit it rock wit it
We cook cut bag straight to the block wit it
Money, yup. it ain't my fault this crack sells
That's the biggest scapegoat just to keep blacks jailed
And we still make bills thats outa pocket
Quarter mill big faces, and it's out of pocket
Gangsters dont rap they low key
When it's time to go beef they clap your whole street
OGs that dont drink and smoke trees
But fuckin wit this game got me lost in my own streets

[Hook: x2]

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