letra de when i was lost - scy jimm
[intro]
none of you n-ggas wasn’t no—
when i was lost, none of you n-ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
hmm, duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
yeah, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
when i was lost, none of you n-ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
servin’ fiends (yeah), duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
i was outchea broke, these f-ckin’ grams was holdin’ me down
you ain’t in to get no money, i don’t even want you ’round (n-gga)
let a n-gga take one of mine, i’m knockin’ three down
if i shoot and miss, lil’ bro, you better catch the rebound
they hate, but i be showin’ so much love, i still don’t see how
n-gga caught a couple ounces, say you pushin’ p now
[verse]
if you ridin’, let me know ’cause it’s gon’ be a long one
n-ggas diss me and i respond that i’m the wrong one
hurtin’ bad, why i always gotta be the strong one?
facin’ all my fears, whatever come at me, i won’t run
they don’t check on me but hit my line whenever they want somethin’
had a pole but he was flaggin’, died with his own gun
i’m my own boss, i don’t take sh-t from no one
i be needin’ haters, without y’all, this sh-t no fun (come on, man)
i lost a couple racks, made it back the same week (back the same week)
i’m that same n-gga, still be in the same street
yeah, that n-gga hard and sh-t, but he just ain’t me (on gang)
wake up hustlin’ every day ’cause this sh-t ain’t free
i won’t let a n-gga take me (uh-uh), i know these n-ggas hate me (i know these n-ggas hate me)
but if i acted like i cared a bit, then that’d be the fake me
n-gga did me dirty, i still’ll cop, so what the f-ck that make me?
i’ve been findin’ myself alone, i ain’t been f-ckin’ with n-ggas lately
this sh-t on me and it’s in me (yeah)
i’m sippin’ remi while i’m clutchin’ on my semi (clutchin’ on that fire)
we done took so many l’s, we finally winnin’, n-gga
i’ma forever be the same until the ending, n-gga (yeah)
[chorus]
when i was lost, none of you n-ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
servin’ fiends (yeah), duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
i was outchea broke, these f-ckin’ grams was holdin’ me down
you ain’t in to get no money, i don’t even want you ’round (n-gga)
let a n-gga take one of mine, i’m knockin’ three down
if i shoot and miss, lil’ bro, you better catch the rebound
they hate, but i be showin’ so much love, i still don’t see how
n-gga caught a couple ounces, say you pushin’ p now
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