Loss
I took a loss
I took a loss
Got it right back
I took a loss
I took a loss
I needed that
Nigga I'm boss
That is fact
Nigga I'm boss
That is fact
I took a loss
I ain't know how act
By my bro I was crossed
What a knife in the back
Had to learn how to move
Hod to learn not to lack
Im talkin like bro
Like we matchin in tatts
I'm talkin like bro
Like we matchin in acts
I'm talkin like bro
Half a milli we checked
We had to slime just to get our respect
Niggas ain't ureal
That's the shit I don't get
But nigga I ball
Like a play for the nets
My nigga you broke
Blame that shit on neglect
Yea it's a lot I regret
But took shit on the chin
Ain't take shit to the chest
I took a loss
Still I progress
This money is dirty
I'm makin a mess
Whatever you gettin
I get it for less
You gotta catch us
We never confess
You gotta catch us
You know we finesse
I came from nothin
Why care about somethin
Money was here then it wasn't
Play wit my name
Ima crush him
He won't play fair
Then we brush him
I made squares in the oven
I had birds by the dozen
All this shit here why she buzzin
I'm runnin shit why is running
Ain't talkin bout pussy
But I keep em comin
I just shot ps out to London
I told you I'd do it I did it
I'm movin babies
You movin like children
Takin from me
Man on who if you bidden
I'm movin a million
I play my cards right
I knew who was dealing
I knew my star bright
Your light always dimming
I took a loss
Got it right back
I took a loss
I took a loss
I needed that
Nigga I'm boss
That is fact
Nigga I'm boss
That is fact
I took a loss
I ain't know how act
By my bro I was crossed
What a knife in the back
Had to learn how to move
Hod to learn not to lack
Im talkin like bro
Like we matchin in tatts
I'm talkin like bro
Like we matchin in acts
I'm talkin like bro
Half a milli we checked
We had to slime just to get our respect
Niggas ain't ureal
That's the shit I don't get
But nigga I ball
Like a play for the nets
My nigga you broke
Blame that shit on neglect
Yea it's a lot I regret
But took shit on the chin
Ain't take shit to the chest
I took a loss
Still I progress
This money is dirty
I'm makin a mess
Whatever you gettin
I get it for less
You gotta catch us
We never confess
You gotta catch us
You know we finesse
I came from nothin
Why care about somethin
Money was here then it wasn't
Play wit my name
Ima crush him
He won't play fair
Then we brush him
I made squares in the oven
I had birds by the dozen
All this shit here why she buzzin
I'm runnin shit why is running
Ain't talkin bout pussy
But I keep em comin
I just shot ps out to London
I told you I'd do it I did it
I'm movin babies
You movin like children
Takin from me
Man on who if you bidden
I'm movin a million
I play my cards right
I knew who was dealing
I knew my star bright
Your light always dimming
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Writer(s): Richard Smith
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