Lost, but Found

I heard some sh*t about my n*gga been pillow-talking to these b*tches
I hope that you hit it, I'm chilling, I don't want to kick it
If they'll talk down for some p*ssy they probably snitching
Can't keep him around can't derail me from off my mission

I swear these n*ggas be clowns sh*t was personal never business
Now I'm moving around want to see me then pay the ticket
They liking my style I hit the stage and get to tripping
I might be lost, but I found my way to run me up a millie

Another level finna take it there
If you fake you ain't gone make it there
I keep it coming ain't no stops until I make it there, gone make it there, and I stay real Yeah I know it's rare
Could've f*cked your b*tch but I ain't even finna take it there

I stay down until I get it run it up from da dirt
Don't give no f*ck about no deal because I know what I'm worth
I made the wave they grab they board and they trying to surf

I got a band up in this satchel boy this shit ain't no purse
I eat this beat up for my supper and your b*tch for desert
I only kick it with a couple and we coming in first

I'm in my zone now
Keep it on me James Bond yeah
With the sh*ts like a barn yea
Good neighbor State Farm yea

I heard some sh*t about my n*gga been pillow-talking to these b*tches
I hope that you hit it, I'm chilling, I don't want to kick it
If they'll talk down for some p*ssy they probably snitching
Can't keep him around can't derail me from off my mission

I swear these n*ggas be clowns sh*t was personal never business
Now I'm moving around want to see me then pay the ticket
They liking my style I hit the stage and get to tripping
I might be lost, but I found my way to run me up a milly



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Writer(s): Raymon Wright
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