Whit. - Lost Lyrics

I say this wicked nigga
With the ism
He a killer, in his mind
Pissed he pissy drunk, he piss on bitches in his prime
The wrist will glisten
Like it's Christmas
Basic rhyme
He be smacked and he be hella gone
Writtens lost, he improvises songs
Never right, but f*ck it staying wrong
Yeah I swear to God this nigga lost
I'm lost
So lost!
Yeah he tryna break down the walls (Nice)
Yeah they say he pussy, he a dog (Fife)
Yeah he say he searching for a bone (Problematic)
Yeah you know he tryna set the tone
For all his sins he atone (Lost)
So lawless
But girl you oh so gorgeous
Swear I lost it
But f*ck it, need you for the rapture
Please can you just write my last chapter
I'm tired so I'll read that bitch after
Yeah
What they really want from a nigga man
Yeah
Okay
Women call me crazy
Ghosting bitches like I'm Swayze
I know y'all see the picture it's way clearer than if HD
4 times the definition, pixels can't contain me
4K in my pocket, act niggardly when y'all pay me
Why do this shit for others when they just act so shady
That's why I wanna protect mines wit tech9s
But I fear a accident might happen in cars with more guns like Tracy
But I'd bounce back like environments that raised me
Jerry keep on preaching like yo' daddy kid
Don't y'all niggas know just what my daddy did
Put momma all through it
Sleeping 'round for 30 years
While sleeping in my momma crib
Ain't this life a bitch
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