Loser
Uh Narko
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine if I was a loser
Yeah, yeah
Look
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot, I'ma do ya
We step in your spot, we a boom ya
Cause my niggas never be lacking
They really attacking
They toting them rugers
We hit you, we packing
The fuck is your jacket
Gon' do to a fucking bazooka
Yeah, my niggas reckless
Take your chain and we go
For your grandmother's necklace
Choppa eat like it's breakfast
Can't say shit to me bitch
Cause I came from the trenches
We were sitting on benches
On them hot days
When a nigga was breathless
Now what's up like the next bitch
Take a seat in class
Cause I'm teaching a lesson
Yeah, I'm teaching a lesson
So you better listen
Cause boy, I won't say it again
They say I'm the best
But I know I'ma goat
You get ho'd if you think you a friend
Cause all of my brothers
Not from the same mother
Together we came from the sand
Why would I want another
Together we tougher
I'll never go switching my hand
I'll never go switching my hand
Fuck discussion bitch
I'm taking a stand
I'll do it with all of my mans
I'll do it doley if I want cause I can
I'm blowing the smoke like a fan
And all y'all niggas
Could be catching these hands
My brother's going on command
I do it for him
And I do it again
I told your ass not to give up on me
Cold hearted
But my brother looked up to me
We spinning your block
If you fuck with me
Hoes running man
You niggas ain't up with me
Finessing the beat like it's Billie Jean
Michael Jackson moon
Walking on everything
Then hop on my toes
Like a ballerine
Tip toe bitch
I'm playing the scenery
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
Imma do ya
We step in your spot
We'll boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attack
And they touting them rugers
We hit you
We packing
And the fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
Imma do ya
We step in your spot
We'll boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attack
And they touting them rugers
We hit you
We pack
And the fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Don't tell me to back down nigga
I ain't worry about backgrounds nigga
Run in your spot with my mask on figure
Did a lot for the set now I'm bigger
Don't fuck with that
Trippity trippity play
My niggas really
Go stupid for gang
If you a opp
Then I'm aiming for facials
Fuck with the kid
an get halos
I seen a lot
I don't speak on again
Did it once
And I do it again
You really hating
Ain't nothing to say
Let me know
If you wanna go bang
No homo
Bro got a torch
With a drum
Fire for fire
Gon press in your lungs
Came from the Lou'
I'm stepping for show
Got your hoe
Now she giving us dome
Yeah yeah
Don't got my glock
My hands stay undefeated
Talking that talk boy just give me a reason
Never could bluff cause i kno im a demon
Ask that boy I guess he kno that I leaned 'em
Yeah yeah
Ain't ask for enough
But it's for the set
My nigga
Yeah yeah
I never could bluff
Cause it's for the set
My nigga
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
I'ma do ya
we step in your spot
We will boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attacking
They towing them rugas
We hit you we packing
The fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine if I was a loser
Yeah, yeah
Look
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot, I'ma do ya
We step in your spot, we a boom ya
Cause my niggas never be lacking
They really attacking
They toting them rugers
We hit you, we packing
The fuck is your jacket
Gon' do to a fucking bazooka
Yeah, my niggas reckless
Take your chain and we go
For your grandmother's necklace
Choppa eat like it's breakfast
Can't say shit to me bitch
Cause I came from the trenches
We were sitting on benches
On them hot days
When a nigga was breathless
Now what's up like the next bitch
Take a seat in class
Cause I'm teaching a lesson
Yeah, I'm teaching a lesson
So you better listen
Cause boy, I won't say it again
They say I'm the best
But I know I'ma goat
You get ho'd if you think you a friend
Cause all of my brothers
Not from the same mother
Together we came from the sand
Why would I want another
Together we tougher
I'll never go switching my hand
I'll never go switching my hand
Fuck discussion bitch
I'm taking a stand
I'll do it with all of my mans
I'll do it doley if I want cause I can
I'm blowing the smoke like a fan
And all y'all niggas
Could be catching these hands
My brother's going on command
I do it for him
And I do it again
I told your ass not to give up on me
Cold hearted
But my brother looked up to me
We spinning your block
If you fuck with me
Hoes running man
You niggas ain't up with me
Finessing the beat like it's Billie Jean
Michael Jackson moon
Walking on everything
Then hop on my toes
Like a ballerine
Tip toe bitch
I'm playing the scenery
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
Imma do ya
We step in your spot
We'll boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attack
And they touting them rugers
We hit you
We packing
And the fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
Imma do ya
We step in your spot
We'll boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attack
And they touting them rugers
We hit you
We pack
And the fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Don't tell me to back down nigga
I ain't worry about backgrounds nigga
Run in your spot with my mask on figure
Did a lot for the set now I'm bigger
Don't fuck with that
Trippity trippity play
My niggas really
Go stupid for gang
If you a opp
Then I'm aiming for facials
Fuck with the kid
an get halos
I seen a lot
I don't speak on again
Did it once
And I do it again
You really hating
Ain't nothing to say
Let me know
If you wanna go bang
No homo
Bro got a torch
With a drum
Fire for fire
Gon press in your lungs
Came from the Lou'
I'm stepping for show
Got your hoe
Now she giving us dome
Yeah yeah
Don't got my glock
My hands stay undefeated
Talking that talk boy just give me a reason
Never could bluff cause i kno im a demon
Ask that boy I guess he kno that I leaned 'em
Yeah yeah
Ain't ask for enough
But it's for the set
My nigga
Yeah yeah
I never could bluff
Cause it's for the set
My nigga
Imagine if I was a loser
Imagine you winning
Cause I am a demon
I run in your spot
I'ma do ya
we step in your spot
We will boom ya
Cause my niggas
Never be lacking
They really attacking
They towing them rugas
We hit you we packing
The fuck is a jacket
Gone do to a fucking bazooka
Credits
Writer(s): Mohamud Mwanambaji
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