Lost Souls (Intro)

Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come wit a cost so
How y'all be paying for it? Only god knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top flo
Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come with a cost so
What y'all be paying for it? Only God knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top

Is it all for the money, is it all for the clout
Is it all for the people with my name in they mouth
Is it for the recognition in a sport full of greats
Is it for the accolades, or what come with the fame
They tried to hit me with a felony I beat up the case
You can tell I'm hungry by the way I eat up the bass
It's a cold world, watch how I heat up the place
2012 niggas really had to meet up and fade
Now we spraying opps up like a bug on the wall
Ain't no fair fights no more, kids clutching in malls
If 12 arrest me I ain't saying nothing at all
That's what a lawyer for, niggas switching up for a call - I know
Rappers under me gon diss me when I'm on
If i die early I hope that you miss me when I'm gone, really
This shit is tricky, the game is risky, i keep the blicky
Was cold hearted and now I'm hotter than the Mississippi

Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come wit a cost so
How y'all be paying for it? Only god knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top flo
Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come with a cost so
What y'all be paying for it? Only God knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top

I feel disconnected
Snakes in the form of humans, really it's a misconception
Worried about the wrong shit, fam you gon miss yo blessings
I got old friends who I wanna hit up
But niggas stuck to the couch never wanna get up
Couldn't be less attracted to thought of being still
Probably why I'm always moving my baby probably be fed up
I be in and out my city like a Uber
Life smacked me up and down I thought I'd make it sooner
But just because I rap don't mean I'm entitled to consumers
And just because you made a beat don't make you a producer fam
Tryna find my pool of fans
Nothing come easy
Before they called me DNA
I went by young Deezy
You know 50 said, go head switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up

Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come wit a cost so
How y'all be paying for it? Only god knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top flo
Let's make a toast for all the lost souls
What's the price of fame shit come with a cost so
What y'all be paying for it? Only God knows
How's a young nigga from the bottom on the top



Credits
Writer(s): Devin Arnold
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