You Lose

No need to introduce
Fly as hell with flow too
In with new out with old news
Yup he that one to go to
Running with a small crew
This crew consist of very few
I wrote this shit while chilling out sippin on afew brews
Fuck nigga you lose we foolin movin units in
Bad bitches and acouple niggas that i grew up with
Weed and liquor keep the tramps leaning
Give me any beat and i'll trampalean it
That nigga Train been missing tell me have you seen him
You worried about him i mean what's the meaning
Weed ain't inhance me I been rapping before the drugs
Everything I drop is thrak they thinking I'm the plug
You ain't gone top it how the hell you gone stop it
Now expect the unexpected move over sit back and watch it nigga
I'm on that same shit Pac was in 96
Rollie watch on my wrist I'm on that fly shit
Now picture me riding or rollin in a hot whip
Now picture that paid for i want stacks that can't fold

Just when I thought i came up
Went and snatched my name up
Tell them niggas they can have it tho
Cause it's way more where that came from
Had me all excited
Overall i'm inlightened
Seem like the ones we consider great
Be the ones that do the most biting
It be driving me crazy how pussy niggas try play me
Only jesus can save me from Satan making me famous
Same days i wanna Marry Jane and set up wedding arrangements
I mean we be in the air that girl be taking me places
Now we bout to get this paper is you rollin or not
I got no time for a stop police patroling the block
It's cause I'm young and i"m black got them trying to find what i got
But all my papers legit so nigga you ain't find shit

Fuck nigga you lose
Fuck nigga you lose
Fuck nigga you lose
Fuck nigga you lose

Me and my nigga cash
Started on the block chillin and writing raps
Lookin at the game like one day we be on top of that
D-Lo say lil bro
You on your way and ain't no stopping that
Don't look for trouble
But if trouble come know C Rich got my back
Not good at math
But i bet ya ass i can count on that
OG told me discipline
Will get you real far with that
Have anything you want in life
Long as you smart with that
Pistol on your waist is meaningless
If ain't no heart with that
Having the work is good
Real good til you get caught with that
And all the people that you thought was cool
Ain't bother calling back
Actually my uncle cool as fuck
Just can't get off the crack
But who am I to judge him
I keep marijuanna on my lap
Got the sack
Before i die i need acouple platinum plaques
To be exact
Matter fact
Consider me the best to rap better yet
Bury me a G with weed and rello wraps
So i can roll a L and tell em how i been to hell and back



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Cobb, Arterius E. Cox
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