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Losses Video (MV)




Performed By: Smoke_ftm
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Christian Smith




Smoke_ftm - Losses Lyrics




I stayed down with this sh*t I had to take some f*ckin losses
I say she sitting at the round table f*ckin with a Boss Ni**a

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take sum fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for the stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a actin funny, take his money before we spend the bin

I pray the lord protect me from this life we live is full of sin
I ask the lord forgive me for decisions that I made back then
These Ni**as claim they know me but they phony them ni**as pretend
I'm on another level tell the devil he not welcome in
I say I'm smoking on this gas and I pray that I don't crash out
I'm worried bout the money see I'm trying take the cash route
You ain't a real street ni**a Lil ni**a you just wanna brag about it
I know some ni**as that did that fed time and ain't cry about it
The sh*t I talk so real I might just wear a suit and tie about it
I say I'm about my business b*tch They know that i ain't f*cking lying bout it
Im smoking On exotic weed my sh*t got them designs around it
I say I'm smokin on exotic weed my sh*t got them designs

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take some fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for the stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a acting funny, take his money before we spend the bin

I stayed down with the sh*t, I made my sound with the sh*t
These ni**as clowns with this sh*t, these ni**as sounds ain't legit
I said f*ck it got smart moved out of town with this sh*t
And I ain't worried bout the next ni**a frown in this b*tch
Because I got money and I ain't even gotta flash the sh*t
I got another check I put that up I ain't even about cash the sh*t
They know I got liquor and they know I got the baddest b*tch
I'm smokin sheets and funnel I ain't even boutta pass the sh*t
I took trip down to the Mother- f*cking A
I ripped another show I ripped another f*cking stage
If they just now getting hip to me they Mf late
But if you say you f*ck with me come on let's get some cake young ni**a

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take some fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for da stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a acting funny, take his money before we spend the bin
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I stayed down with this sh*t I had to take some f*ckin losses
I say she sitting at the round table f*ckin with a Boss Ni**a

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take sum fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for the stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a actin funny, take his money before we spend the bin

I pray the lord protect me from this life we live is full of sin
I ask the lord forgive me for decisions that I made back then
These Ni**as claim they know me but they phony them ni**as pretend
I'm on another level tell the devil he not welcome in
I say I'm smoking on this gas and I pray that I don't crash out
I'm worried bout the money see I'm trying take the cash route
You ain't a real street ni**a Lil ni**a you just wanna brag about it
I know some ni**as that did that fed time and ain't cry about it
The sh*t I talk so real I might just wear a suit and tie about it
I say I'm about my business b*tch They know that i ain't f*cking lying bout it
Im smoking On exotic weed my sh*t got them designs around it
I say I'm smokin on exotic weed my sh*t got them designs

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take some fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for the stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a acting funny, take his money before we spend the bin

I stayed down with the sh*t, I made my sound with the sh*t
These ni**as clowns with this sh*t, these ni**as sounds ain't legit
I said f*ck it got smart moved out of town with this sh*t
And I ain't worried bout the next ni**a frown in this b*tch
Because I got money and I ain't even gotta flash the sh*t
I got another check I put that up I ain't even about cash the sh*t
They know I got liquor and they know I got the baddest b*tch
I'm smokin sheets and funnel I ain't even boutta pass the sh*t
I took trip down to the Mother- f*cking A
I ripped another show I ripped another f*cking stage
If they just now getting hip to me they Mf late
But if you say you f*ck with me come on let's get some cake young ni**a

I stayed down with this sh** i had to take some fuc*ing losses
She sitting at the round table F*ckin with a boss ni**a
Smoke about his business just to talk it gonna cost you
I'm just in my own lane and I'm shooting for da stars Yeah
My Brother called my phone he say its time to get some benjamins
Standing in the kitchen and you know I don't do many friends
Chasing all this money trying to count up all my dividends
Ni**a acting funny, take his money before we spend the bin
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Writer: Christian Smith
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