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letra de lost it all b4 - toure

[intro]
(ayo nas-t, spin the block)

[verse]
elect me hood president, this like a campaign
a celebration, drink wock like champagne
if you don’t benefit the mob, sh-t, you can’t hang
shinin’ on a high note, but i can’t sing
no, i can’t tell you how to make a million, but i can tell you how to hit that block, make that phone ring
the music sh-t like sellin’ rock because this sh-t cocaine
it’s crazy how i used to slave for that rope chain
now i don’t do ropes, it’s pointers and cubans
raised right so i don’t point at the losers, what’s the point of that?
it’s switch and wipe a n-gga memory, it’s men in black
this sh-t don’t go right in the industry, i’m in the trap
used to spin in the infinity, i’m in the cap
i’m getting rich and b-tches see me, say “you gettin’ fat”
just came back from out the country, sh-t, i’m gettin’ black
sh-t, i lost it all before, but i’m just gettin’ back
lost it all before, trust issues, i done lost my dogs before
trust issues, know we all been crossed before
like where was all of y’all before?
now everybody want a handout, where was your hand at?
when it was time to pick a side, where did you stand at?
see n-ggas end up on the stand, no, i can’t stand that n-gga
the hood sh-t never showed me love, they should ban that n-gga
n-gga, you ever seen a hundred cash?
i got some head while you was drivin’ and you ain’t want to crash
i watched them eat while i was starvin’, and i ain’t want to ask
i might just buy a boutique ’cause she want to bag
she unique, in my pocket’s on mo’nique, but i don’t want to brag
i’m on the road to these riches, i don’t want to rag
i’m in the trx driftin’, i just want to drag
i’m in the h-llcat trippin’, i used to want to jag
legendary, lift kit, off-road tire sh-t necessary
with a b-tch that do what i say, she like a better siri
that money talk to them foreigners like a secretary
this friday the 13th like 14th of february
’cause it’s all love, the poet, i’m goated, i’m floatin’ on a small rug
any day now, a genie should just pop up
my first wish gonna be to free my n-ggas locked up
the type of paper, this might raise a b-tch stock up
i give a game or wand to young b-tch clockup
dope records, death row, n-gga, i’m tupac-ed up
pickin’ my pace up, the laser spot him, the hollows’ll open his face up
it’s hot so they probably gonna pop out, tell brody to lace up
don’t play with young money, i had n-ggas pickin’ drac’s up
scarlett, my amac had the strippers pickin’ rakes up
sometimes i still smell the coke gettin’ baked up
[outro]
i guess like sometimes i still can smell the coke gettin’ baked up
we 400 block babies, this the sh-t we just became accustomed to, you know?
custom-made n-ggas
we came from the bottom of this sh-t, n-gga
you gotta start lookin’ at me in a different light
like this sh-t bigger than the bitty
this sh-t bigger than that, you hear me?
no ‘lil boy sh-t
the poet

- toure

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