Lost Files

Everything was all good way back in the day

Then whole hood really went wild

Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin' them smiles

Swear the whole hood missin’ them smiles

I'm a Set baby, 1300 block ass nigga

You can tell from my walk to my style

I ain't really hop off the porch ’til a nigga got older

But I been on the block since a child

We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky

Stay as far from as I look up to the clouds

Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine

That's how I knew that you was proud

God was there so many times, could've lost my life

Or fought for it on trial

But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic' in my hands

Steady talkin' in front of them crowds

Overcame a lot by myself ever since I got rich

It's like everybody wanna come around

I remember I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have shit

You one of the list of numbers I could dial

Back against the ropes, wasn’t no one there to help me fight

Nigga, I wanna just throw in the towel

Keep my circle small, never let a bitch nigga in

Just somethin’ that I really can't allow

Man, I’m sorry, but I can't yell gang with a nigga who ain't valid

Or down to do a bid with me

Seem like every day it's a brand new nigga in my face

Tryna claim some kin to me

It’s a whole lot of niggas with thay fuckin' hand out

Can't name one thing they done did for me

Hell nah, you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change

Blowin' Swishers in the crib with me

Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front

Man, this shit lookin' rigged to me

And you talkin' like you live that shit but I'm really from the trenches

I don't feel it, so I disagree

Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle?

Shit fun but it's bittersweet

What you know about days missing out on meals

Just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat?

It was re-up time, I was on my grind

Told the P's I ain't taking no shorts

We was playin' the block, fuck a sport

The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock

You would think that we play on the court

When my niggas died, they thought it was funny

So kill 'em and don't show remorse

It's a whole lot of goofy ass niggas in the way out here

Should've stayed on the porch

Niggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight

They don't wanna pass me the torch

Yeah, I'm hot right now so they gon' dick ride

Whether it's hate or support

But was I gon' make it? Of course

Lil Polo like that man on the horse

I need a Lambo' or a Porsche

Tryna run up them M's

Got place to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym

I hang with some killers

Few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim

He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out

Blast 'til we knock off a limb

Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs

Niggas know we be wettin' shit

If you walk with the opps then I hope you can swim