Losing Yards ft. King Solid Lyrics

Niggas aren't real, we salvage shit for others, shit chill

Hold 4-5, that's all, I feel like a shooting star

Know a couple niggas that hang on me and you know who you are

So hit that lock so we lose that car, I swear my heart got bruised and scarred

Every time a nigga take locks, feel like I'm losing yard

A nigga smart, he play it hard, I just that ass so it ain't hard

I'm just glad you showed the real you, I knew you was a fraud

Get on my knees and talk the gun, and rock the lawn cause niggas odd

I'm just siding the real, to anybody know this ain't no facade

They wonder why I keep it real, I run and rest and then I chill

I'm out shooting, know it crash out, he begging for a kill

Cut that nigga with his ass out, cause we know where he live

Catch him when he take his trash out, cause we don't shoot at cribs

5-5 sit, knock off his rear, I run his ass, give him a bill

I'm behind bro, he say anything, just lock it down and live

Well you pop my kin, I will, I can't talk bout how I feel

Three of my brothers in the chain gang, cause we still in that field

I can't even say the same thing bout every bun I build

Been a long time since I gang banged, cause niggas just ain't real

They say shawty lacking steel, I cut my gun back and kill

I remember we caught, but he ran like he play track and field

I ain't gotta go on drills, but I'm rocking out that steel

You on the gangsta, off the pill, let her sing like Stanley Steele

Made a promise to myself that I can't let him take my life

I just tried to play it nice, but my heart colder than some ice

Pull a 4-file, that's I, I feel like a shooter star

Know a couple niggas that hang on me and you know who you are

So hit that lock, so we lose that car, I swear my heart got bruised and scars

Every time a nigga take a lock, it feel like I'm losing yards

A nigga smart, he play it card, I just that ass, so it ain't hard

I'm just glad you showed the real you, I knew you was a fraud

Get on my knees and talk to God, and rock the lawn cause niggas odd

I'm just sounding the real to anybody, know this ain't no facade

Riding in the drop top, long way from hotbox

One stick and two glocks, Mike J hit a up block

Riding with some aces, a nigga play, we put his ass in fog

Running up, they pay like everyday, a nigga play, get fucked

In my time, bitch, fuck the clock, Mike J copped me a new wife

Making rap, bitch, I can't stop, all them addicts at my top

Up that Glock and let it bark, shooters act just like a star

Try to run, they ain't get far, smokers act like a cigar

All these niggas just be talking, know we pull up, gun shit down

When we pull up on your block, we gon' let off a hunnid round

Put my trust into these Gleezer, only thing that stayed around

Only rhyme for my brother, we get locked, don't make a sound

Pull a fuck out that Zot, I feel like a shooting star

Know a couple niggas that hang on me and you know who you are

So hit that lock, we lose that car, I swear my heart got bruised and scarred

Every time a nigga take a lock, feel like I'm losing yards

A nigga smart, he play it card, I just that ass, so it ain't hard

I'm just glad you showed the real you, I knew you was a fraud

Get all I need to talk to God, and rock the lawn cause niggas odd

I'm just sounding the real to anybody, know this ain't no facade