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letra de lost - ibn inglor

[verse 1]
finna’ strive to the path and it doesn’t really matter
what the roads gonna cost
tell my n-ggas hold off, tell my n-ggas hold off
no hand outs given to the kids in the land of the motherf-cking wicked
put your hands to the ceiling, put your hands to the ceiling
let n-ggas know that i ride for my motherf-cking k!lling
you feel that motherf-cking feeling
you know them kids gonna die, you don’t protect this city
this the city of the lost and the city of the frost
where the coast gets windy, n-gga
rep the clan you living, n-gga
rep the name you given

[hook]
hope, for the prayers call, but the prayers lost
and the lords forgiveness, never came for us
hope for the prayers call, but the prayers lost
and the lords forgiveness, never came for us

[bridge]
rebels, leaders, and the mothers son, don’t load the gun

[verse 2]
feel the cold in the attic, that’s the cold in the city
you was living in the bas-m-nt, so alone in this wicked, world
world that we live in, he got the children in the buildings
in a seance singing, all hail my kingdom
how you feel motherf-ckers, you wanna k!ll motherf-ckers?
well here’s the gun and it’s loaded, pull it only to others
never once to each other, to our brothers and our mothers
to the lovers of the world, to a lover and a girl

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 3]
so i ask for the last and they never give me sh-t
and they just said i’m an -ss n-gga
they said i wouldn’t p-ss with ya’, they said i wouldn’t go nowhere
but the flow so rare, k!ll ’em all for the boss
let me get ’em all to the loft, revenge for the cost
of a godd-mn living, i gotta feed my sins n-gga
i gotta feed my children, you know what it cost on my motherf-cking end
altgeld gardens, where the lost never win
either hood or die, and it’s many that will cry
yeah i did my dirt, for the good or worse
put me on the grid for the hood is cursed
but the n-ggas living good, give the hood the work
drugs and business, and the c0ke is sniffing

[hook]

[outro]
never came for us, put me in the trap with the queens and wh0r-s
put me on a track with the kings and lords
god forbid who has came before
who has came before, who has came before
all of the glory never changed ya’ boy
rapping -ss n-gga never came up short
i always had a plan for the game, n-gga
i’m the same n-gga, i never changed n-gga
the story holds all my pain n-gga
and the glory glows, screaming lordy lord
yeah n-gga i made it, n-gga
yeah n-gga, i’m famous n-gga
hold all of my anger n-gga

- ibn inglor

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