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letra de lost me - tt17

[intro]
“tt17, they don’t see your vision!”

[verse 1]
i get too much hate, but i ain’t heard the last of it
get motivated and write a rap of it
my southside guys ain’t blastin’ it
all my old hoes so fast with it
they drive 30 minutes to come see me
310 reppin’, say i’ma be on tv
told maddy gotta go, told jenny i’ma stay
told ava on the other line i’ll be there sat-rday
i told her i’ma hit up her best friend
let her homie know we just friends
no dead ends
i’ma keep it a hundred, you don’t keep it a hundred
and that’s why you runnin’, you bummin’, like wow
i’m lookin’ at your records like how?
how you pullin’ these numbеrs?
you ain’t good in the game, but i’m good in the gamе
that’s why you bumpin’ my sounds, watch out
kid, move out the way, i ain’t playin’ no games
hoes playin’ these games, juliette wanted me
but she playin’ these games, but i ain’t playin’ these games
i never playin’ these games
blue rain, where i stood out
talk down on me? then i’ma bring the hood out
white boy got chill, but white boy know the deal
but they tell me pull up, white boy, it’s for real
[chorus]
cus i pulled up and you lost me
regrettin’ that you dropped me?
like i’m gettin’ up my money and i’m stackin’ up the gummies
lil’ black thing, shoot my shot like i’m crosby
upon me, got like every artist
up in my email, now i know that they watchin’
i used to be a joke, d-mn, i used to be broke
now i’m none of those things, got my haters all talking

[verse 2]
i looked at a yearbook, mom told me to do it
lookin’ at these people, not a clue what they doin
i’m 18, fresh, my life’s been movin’
choose money or a girl? this bread, i’ma choose it
and lose it, takes money to make it
maddy’s lil’ heart, told her i’ma break it
they say wait your time, but i’m tired of waitin’
one shot of fame, like slim, i’ma take it

[chorus]
cus i pulled up and you lost me
regrettin’ that you dropped me?
like i’m gettin’ up my money and i’m stackin’ up the gummies
lil’ black thing, shoot my shot like i’m crosby
upon me, got like every artist
up in my email, now i know that they watchin’
i used to be a joke, d-mn, i used to be broke
now i’m none of those things, got my haters all talking
[verse 3]
i went on my phone and i googled my name
“tt17, wasn’t supposed to get the fame”
“tt17 went through all that pain”
“we thought he’d be dead, not k!llin’ the stage”
i always been doubted, n0body believed
then dropped a couple hits, i learned how to breathe
and kick back, i trusted the process
i trusted what god said, he isn’t wrong yet
but i know what i’ll do in about seven years
retire my parents, they be sheddin’ the tears
that calabasas mansion really bring out emotion
i used to be broken, but i found me the potion
everybody soft, better bring in the lotion
those ain’t my words, that’s just what the door said
“welcome to the hills” , what the mat on the floor said
chef in the kitchen, no more buyin’ the store bread

- tt17

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