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