Lost

Lost -Snowgoons

I see them lost like pac in a trap I can't stack on all

Stones to walk beat this chalk with a chump

I pencil a lime around your spine and coke a dime

Callin my fam for a lil shine ni**a get off

My dick like tricks up in my face want a taste

Disgrace to the game so I restrain

It's quite simple man we take stabs at these corns

And leave them leathal with they stand wish it was a phone

And I'm gone loonie unleashed take a peek I need a son

To pass this sh*t on I tell you before I'm the one

You done heard about dreamed about

So forth ja gave me these jewels

Before i see em get full course i'm lost

No loyalty government got em scared

No heart runnin around they just afeared

Thats why I'm here the voice of

Millions is still clear to god would

Be allah wit his lit up in the air

I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost

Callin the source droppin dimes if you talk it don't walk it

Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend b**ch I gotta be walk

Yo respect your wife fam I can't deny I'm a lost soul

World is a mess so I set up camp at the cross roads

To wage war on the skulls and crossbones

Im drawing these lines and they're gonna be

Harder to pass than gall stones

America's laws disorientated by bush's lies on

Foreign relations this aint war we invaded and stole

Oil and rations destroyer of nations it's poison in

Snakes of the bush organization and we the people

Sit back spit raps we dumb blinded by the bling

And the finest blood diamond and while you watching TV

Big brother watching and see me holdin my cock in three D （haha ）

You got health issues cuz they spreadin diseases

Drinkin top shelf booze won't be gettin yer jesus

So for me it's better to be lost and wage war in the underground

Than be found down in the grave as a slave whore

I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost

Callin the source droppin dimes if you talk it don't walk it

Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend b**ch I gotta be walk

Tha godz ill all I need is a classic

I paint rush the chaos my hooks is drastic

The fiends is eatin the crooks is blasted

My creams increasing my books is plastic

And Imma spend this money like it's my last chance

To feed workers on point like it's my last dance

Im from philly we dont lean wit it rock wit it

We cook cut bag straight to the block wit it

Money yup it aint my fault this crack sells

That's the biggest scapegoat just to keep blacks jailed

And we still make bills thats outa pocket

Quarter mill big faces and it's out of pocket

Gangsters dont rap they low key

When it's time to go beef they clap your whole street

OGs that dont drink and smoke trees

But f**kin wit this game got me lost in my own streets

I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost

Callin the source droppin dimes if you talk it don't walk it

Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend b**ch I gotta be walk

Lost lost