Losers Lyrics

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Run little niggas

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Run little niggas

Run little niggas

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Run muthafuckas

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Shout out to my fake ass friends who ain't shit to me

The ones who ain't never done shit for me

The same mutherfuckers when they see me like to smile and act cool

But when I'm not around act differently

That's the definition of a bitch to me

But it's all good; see, ya'll prepared me for this industry

Niggas think they know a nigga just because they know a nigga's history

Well bitch, I'm a mystery

And constantly changing so the dude you spoke to yesterday was a different me

I been all alone since I've been on my own

Left home at 16

It was just me and my big dream of making it

Plus the people tryna tell me that I was mistaken if I thought I could be Jordan with 6 rings

The muthafuckin greatest of all time

For that, ya'll the muthafuckin lamest of all time

In fact, I could get a million nickels for everytime that you hated on me and you niggas wouldn't get one dime

I went into a deep depression when I learned my lesson about thinking that your squad is always gonna hold you down

Yeah right, fuckin clown shit

Verbs and nouns shit; them just words

But sooner or later you'll figure it out, kid

I was gonna keep compression on the strain of our estranged connection on some nice shit

And try to keep it cool, like I iced it

Only ever elevated you niggas, but now I'm putting all of you to rest on some RICE shit

Should've seen this coming; this should come as no surprise bitch

Always thought you knew my fate as if you were some psychics

Let's see how you like it when you find that I'm the nicest with a mic and if you would've stuck beside me you could have this type of life

Cause I would've looked out for you

Now my eyes are open and I keep a lookout for you

Snakes in the grass, faker than Kim's ass

And I'm above it all, cruising altitude

Now I'm the one that's looking down on you

But still, my mind is racing on a nightly basis

I been thinking all that time was wasted when I was mistaken

Y'all was fakin like you were my brothers but that shit was staged

It drove me crazy how I let you niggas play me

All of you fugazzi

So now it's fuck you pay me, cause you muthafuckas owe me

For all those years that you've known me and I thought you were my homies

You phonies deserve to die broke and lonely

And even though you niggas suck, all of you can blow me

Heady

Run little niggas

Run little niggas

Run

Run little niggas

Run little niggas

Run

Run muthafuckas

Run muthafuckas

Run