Lost N Found Lyrics

Trying to find me a way out, I pick and choose my route

Come straight up out the south, come out the south

Taking notes off my keyboard, what you bothering me for

There's a room full of niggas, what you following me for

Back against the wall, I drop down to my knees

Won't listen when I talk, so fuck it, I just scream

Could be fun, could be fun, could be fun, could be fun

Ashanti son, know YS, I ain't never run

Even though I got some shit to lose, I still can't go for none

Nah, nah, she stuck with me, have hella fun

You know you ain't do that fucking work, lil boy, that's not your gun woah, woah,

I ain't really the type to come out dissing

But play around with my family, your cousin, he gon' be missing

Hell yeah, giving them benefit of the doubt

You bet not say a word, that shit better not come out your mouth

They still doubt the benefit, just wait for a handout

I ain't jump into the streets, feel like I got kicked out the house

I'm climbing up that wall, that fucking rain just knock me down

I gave away my heart, that shit got put in, lost and found

Changed up my sound, ain't heard of me back then, I got a name

So I bet you know me now, Who next to blow

You doing all that sneezing, I'm so quick to slime a nigga

Come here, boy, I'll wipe your nose

You get take down for all that flexing

That hoe ain't your first love, I guarantee she be a lesson, hell yeah

And if it's beef, it ain't none, to just send a message

Set up, hoe, come wet your up, I hope you got a message

Playing with my life, lil boy, that's playing with some fire

Got caught up in the mix, I watched my own brother switch sides

It ain't even his fault, cause he got caught up in the blind

He ain't seen them signs, this shit be do or die

He got a duck or dive, I took her on a dinner date

Made him a dinner dine

It ain't no fooling me, got in that field, lace up my cleats

My heart be cold as hell, still get hit with some third degree

We spray shit, no Febreze, she gon' fuck behind them scenes

Ain't no point in crashing, Go get your blues

Lil bro, you know that hoe was green

You steady asking me questions like, what you mean

I'm telling you everything ain't always good or what it seems

It ain't always what it seems

It ain't always what it seems

Woah, woah

Hell, yeah

Nah, nah

Mmm, mmm