Lost and Found Lyrics

This feeling is hard to contain don't know what's wrong wit my brain

Hand on my heart and I pray they dont finding them partial remains

Bleach all the seats at the scene incase some the particle stayed

Hand on my heart and i prayed don't know what's wrong wit my brain

I been defeated I left the streets with a scar on my face

It's just a part of the game I put ya car on my chain

Rolled up my refer and then yo bitch gave me horrible brain

Pull out the heater it's in my hand like a the portable game

Mag dumping

Had to bag up em

On my bag clutching racks jumping

Wit them crash dummies never had nothing

Last summer

I made fast money not no rap dummy

Body bag after body bag if he touch my hustle

Mag dumping

On my bag clutching

I got cash comming Jesus piece it like the last supper

If she bad we fucking

Did the dash fast runner when the task force comming

I was chilling up in Cali good gas in my luggage

It's jus that legend outa Morgantown

Smoke a quarter pound

Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out

Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around

Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round

It's jus that legend outa Morgantown

Smoke a quarter pound

Kill yo friend and send da Henny bottle jus to pour it out

Bae yo titties looking sorta round need the lord around

Rappers got a boring sound I don't know how they touring round