Lost Souls Lyrics

Looked up in the sky

Swear to God I saw an angel

Posted in the trenches

Where they love you

Then they hate you

Set lil homie up

Catch him lackin

Tell him thank you

The story just repeats

Pray everyday that it ain't you

No goals

Out here selling weed

And you bragging

Lost souls

Under 21 in a casket

1 life

Then you a dissapear like magic

Smiling on t shirt now

How tragic

Pen game crazy,

Should of went to Penn state

Lost a lot of homies

But I never lost faith

Pockets got heavy

Now I'm feeling out of shape

Bag got bigger

Now I'm going state to state

Name blowing up

Watch the love turn to hate

I'm Always on the clock

Like my name flavor Flav

Addicted to the money

Street runner, Rod wave

The label stepped back like Harden

Now I'm asking for a trade

Celebrate the good with bad

My homie play with sticks

But he never joined a band

I was on the come up

Not a track star

But if you hating

I'll run up

Locked in the studio

I'm rapping til the sun up

I'm an OG now

A pair cuffs couldn't hold me down

Don't really drink

But I'll pour up

You rappers make me sick

Every song bout a lick

Shoot a video

Everybody showing sticks

Can we get creative,

I'm seeing bright lights

Like I'm on the strip in Vegas

Big bag X

Lowkey I'm getting richer

Might not be the greatest

But bet you I'm in the picture

Losses turn to wins

Wins turn to losses

Went from clocking in

To playing golf with the bosses

watch how I move

You can get a bag too

Trying to put my team on

Like we playing aau

Steph in 4th

Im just trying run my course

On that old town road

Watch me hop up out the Porsche

good in my city

Keep a meagan on my side

Lil homie dont want beef

My hitters electric slide on em

I'm on to big and better

Living better, I'm big papa

In that coogi sweater

Frank sinatra

At the opera

Watch me operate

Dont do features

Cause you rappers I cant tolerate

Don't do features Cause you rappers I can't

Many men want my spot

Like I'm 50 cent

You aint Living how you posting

On the internet

You better back down

Tell a different story

Got a stallion on my side

And we aint scared of Tory

I seen a lil sexy red when

I was downtown

Say she like to travel

So I took her straight to pound town

Got a lot left loaded in my chamber

A lot of people left me hanging

Now its danger