Love Lost (feat. Sha Sweetz & CHASE BENJAMINS)

You broke my heart
You broke my heart
And it hurts

Couldn't tell you where the love go
But I could tell you when the push turned to shoves though
When it was time to take the gloves off
Rubbed the wrong way, hoping that my real would rub off
I shrugged off where I shoulda saw the clues at
Tryna convince myself niggas wouldn't do that
They don't be bout what they say they be bout
I never benefit from giving benefit of the doubt
I'm giving hands with the same hands I lent, now
The ones I used to call are ones I need to vent bout
Reminiscing when I used to love her
But it's hard to deal when shorty more childish than Donald Glover
I climbed higher when they'd stoop so low
I guess it's true, everybody can't go
It's a damn shame to see
Oh well, y'all loss, more champagne for me

I just want real round me
Keep it a bill round me
Need ones who'd kill bout me
Let off that steel bout me
Heard how they feel bout me
Feelings been ill bout me
Know that they still doubt me
God put his shield round me
Round me

Needed a break, chose Hawaii, the view is gorgeous
I'll have the calamari and the swordfish
Silk shirt, puffing on a Cuban cigar, I'm looking like Forbes list
And all I got is smoke for the niggas we're going to war with
Evil eye from homies who switched sides on some flawed shit
Side eye from bitches I'm not longer involved with
All eyes on me, I'm Tupac but corporate
I'm too cocky for losses, my new spot is enormous
I'm getting bigger they stayed the same
People saying I changed
Told me I should save for a rainy day but I'm back in the section making it rain
My dark clouds follow like the feds
But I'll never get wet with all the old shit my girl holds over my head
I know what I did, regret it more the older I get, for sure
Couldn't even tell you where the love goes
You stick your neck out to help em but then they cutthroat

I just want real round me
Keep it a bill round me
Need ones who'd kill bout me
Let off that steel bout me
Heard how they feel bout me
Feelings been ill bout me
Know that they still doubt me
God put his shield round me
Round me

Cheers to those who still here
It's clear the team is top tier
A squad of shot callers, our time is top dollar
Your loss is not ours, point ya finger at a mirror
Take ya anger out on ya keyboard
Couldn't hear you over waves at the seaboard
Took him fi joke and that take aged awfully
Y'all do this shit partially
Please don't talk to me