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letra de the lost story (nothin’ to lose) - kevin anglade

intro: this is the story of the lost/tryna make it out the hood but at what cost/fuming from the strain like a broken car exhaust/we’ll start in nyc then take the road like robert frost
pre-verse: why am i living in squalor? shooting cats just to make a dollar, man. had no choice, i was born a brawler. before i even look over my collar, i’m hit as the pain makes me holler
verse 1 (k.a.): get it how you live/that’s the motto in my hood/if you ain’t about your business then it’s woulda, coulda, should/don’t show your cards/life is hard, pain sitting just beneath the scars/ i’m just tryna take my time, figure it all out but if brought up in the hood likely there’s no two way route/always been a sinner cause i never had it good/momma had to set the fire cause my papa in the woods/since they taking fathers, families have been bothered/demons live inside of me/got this 50 clip/yeah, it’s the pride in me/pride is good for you and me, though it feels like was left on trees/n-ggas wanna try me cause they do it for the clout so i gotta keep a pole say a prayer, made em’ shout/n-ggas on the block all fear me, willie lynch theory/poverty around me keeping all of us in doubt ever since we crossed those waters life has been the toughest bout/momma got me stressin’ cause she hope i make it out but i won’t unite with massa like my name steve stoute/living in ny can get bl–dy cause its gory/finna take you to the port, lil’ homie tell a story
verse 2 (n.b.a. demon): f-ck with big bro, while i’m with the sh-t/got the glock on my hip, hit a n-gga in his sh-t/slide through the block, let me see that little boy/i’m gonna send some shots/i’m talking straight body/i ain’t stopping til’ i see a fat b-tch or a white flag/we don’t do no talking, we straight with the sh-t/you mad cause big bro done f-cked on your b-tch?/if you gotta problem come talk to this bl!ck/d-mn, we shoot a gang, grab a glock put a 30 in that thing/catch a opp, you know i’m gon’ bang/make that lil’ n-gga momma sing/my name ring bells, n.b.a. demon bring h-ll/your man died and you ain’t get back/keep talkin’ bout big bro/you gon’ get clapped, p-ssy!/suck my d-ck!
nba demon: yo, real sh-t n-gga, i got this fifth on me right now, seanny. what you got on you?
seanny: i got this 40 man
nba demon: like, what you on? we out to get them n-ggas?
seanny: f-ck it, we out, we gotta get them n-ggas
nba demon: on some real n-gga sh-t. cause i ain’t playing no with no more n-ggas, i’m on that block. yo, kev, what the f-ck is you on? bruh, i got this .40 for you
kev: uh, nah, i think i’mma sit this one out bro
nba demon: c’mon bruh, you can’t do that. them n-ggas violated n-gga. we out man. i do n’t got sh-t to lose
seanny: f-ck it demon, we out!
nba demon: yeah, we out n-gga. bout to go get them n-ggas

- kevin anglade

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