Lost
The quicker they raise, the harder they fall
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I Alhamdulillah
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
The sweeter the kisser, the badder the bitch
The sweeter the swisher the better
I'm on the road just to get to the cheddar
But my phones feelin under the weather
Now I'm on the dash
12 on my ass
Go ahead ask ain't look in the bag
Pigs got me porked
But this is pimpin' at its source
And I ain't turning bitch on the boss
The quicker they raise, the harder they fall
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
That break felt like a fuckin life sentence
Therefore any sentence ain't a fuckin light sentence, period
We just boys in the hood and that made me furious
Cause these colored neighborhoods got no picket white fences
We know prevention is way better than correction
But that's how I ended in this section of correction
These double barrels can't stand these double standards
Plus this halo came with horns and imperfections
They got me sitting in the belly of the beast
Now my belly got a beat
As I was thinking bout that deli cross the street
From where I use to sleep
I been sitting jelly in my celly since my celly got released
Reminisce bout when they ran off wit a xanni pack
Told them hand me that cause my niggas know where ya granny at
If we let it sing they'll be asking where you where ya grammy at
Just know for the bread I go nuts
When it's jam packed in that fanny pack
The quicker they raise, the harder they fall
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I Alhamdulillah
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I Alhamdulillah
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
The sweeter the kisser, the badder the bitch
The sweeter the swisher the better
I'm on the road just to get to the cheddar
But my phones feelin under the weather
Now I'm on the dash
12 on my ass
Go ahead ask ain't look in the bag
Pigs got me porked
But this is pimpin' at its source
And I ain't turning bitch on the boss
The quicker they raise, the harder they fall
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
That break felt like a fuckin life sentence
Therefore any sentence ain't a fuckin light sentence, period
We just boys in the hood and that made me furious
Cause these colored neighborhoods got no picket white fences
We know prevention is way better than correction
But that's how I ended in this section of correction
These double barrels can't stand these double standards
Plus this halo came with horns and imperfections
They got me sitting in the belly of the beast
Now my belly got a beat
As I was thinking bout that deli cross the street
From where I use to sleep
I been sitting jelly in my celly since my celly got released
Reminisce bout when they ran off wit a xanni pack
Told them hand me that cause my niggas know where ya granny at
If we let it sing they'll be asking where you where ya grammy at
Just know for the bread I go nuts
When it's jam packed in that fanny pack
The quicker they raise, the harder they fall
I'm takin my time then I'm takin it all
All that I've ever done for the ones that I've lost
I follow my heart so I'm taking the charge
I aim for the moon but I shoot for stars
Then I go to the mosque and I Alhamdulillah
The bridges we burn, sticks and stones that we toss
Is you paying the cost or turning bitch on the boss
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Writer(s): Trenten Hendricks
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