Lost Times (feat. Jozzy)

Uh
I feel blessed, had the bread stash
I woke up feelin' saucy, blew the whole bag, uh
Get your hood maxed
Two kids, same baby mama, all black

You know me though, alcoholic, all the little shit that comes involved with it
Takes time, man, you know what I mean
I got some screws loose in this thing, you know what I mean
It takes some time, but it's gon' be the one though
And that's just how it works

Slid through the many nights
I never met many like I
Say she like girls that want mines
Fuck on her friends, I might not
Niggas stand clear when I drop
Niggas gon' learn when I talk
You see they move when I march

God, credit, bless, love, the realest
My thugs, my niggas, drugs and killers
How you hate me with a smile, my nigga?
You foul, my nigga
You turned love into a cow, my nigga, ayy

Pop, I did it, the block, I slid it
You hatin', I figured, no sleep on my pillow
You broke and a bum, the worst of the scum
Was dappin' your son, he know how I won
You see how I come, you see how I'm clutch
The only of us, pfft, uh
Slid through the many nights
I never met many like I
You mention Q, and they lie
I know I'm great in they eyes
The first Hoover that flied, I
(Suu)

I'ma put my fingers in the air for the lost times
Twist one then I put it in the air for the lost times
I'ma throw this money everywhere for the lost times (su, su, su, su, su, su)
I'ma get to bustin' in the air for the lost times (pop, pop, pop)
(Su, su, su)

Slid through the many nights, uh
Givin' you plenty life, uh
Death and beauty all alike
I tried so many times, like, how else I'ma climb the height? Uh
Who knew I'd be dynamite, uh?
You keepin' it shade (you keepin' it shade)
I'm tryna shine all the light, uh
Yeah, on the gang, look

I learned the most when I get calls from my cell
We all need help, but first we must believe in ourselves
We all on wealth right (right), but first we gotta learn how to fail
We all seen Hell, right, so tell me it was better than Hell
Oh, wait, uh, no matter what we livin' it up (we livin' it up)

Life is what you make it, and it, it still ain't enough (it still ain't-)
Uh, yo, on God in Heaven, this how I rock though (suu)
The homies didn't believe until I slid with you, right? (Right)
My mama, she didn't believe until I wrote pictures, right? Uh
Got a call about some hate, you still my dawg, nigga, right? (Uh)
But instead of extended your hand, you want me to dig with you
Like- (a'ight)