Time Lost

You can't kill my vibe, grab the piccolo and slide

There's locked hands on her thighs

Look her in her eyes, she's surprised

She know I'm from the city so she let me go up high

Playing with that pussy, got the passenger soaking

She told me put my eyes on the road and stay focused

I'll be your Trick, be my Trina if you notice

Nan **** fucking with my old bae, oh shit

Ooh, I got the seasoning

Come through with them sticks, give me a reasoning

Where a **** standing, where we leaving him

Damn, I got blood on these wheated Timbs

Switch and make him booty shake, nah, I ain't Uncle Luke

Playing with my money, I'ma arrr 'bout my loot

Sweat, blood, and tears, I'ma die 'bout my group

But the naked hustle leaving out of towners Billy Blue

Ball like a dog or I'm balling like I'm Greezy

Did it like the Major so them bitches came easy

Did it like I'm nine, I'm deep up in her spine

I'm tryna blow her back out through her mind

Ride me to the song where them two girls rapping

Her neck, her back, man, that still got me laughing

Don't trust nan ****, that's the code

My dawg just died, and his dawg fucking his ho

All these hoes grew up off of Katrina

Hit the road with cash money, but I turned into a dreamer

Something like Fatboy, I turned into a thinker

That's 'cause I got a strong arm, hit them hoes with a long arm

Ambidextrous, yeah, them flows from my wrong arm

Fake love got them singing all my old songs

Gotta keep it moving

Help a **** make it up, a sin just to keep in touch

Speaking through my music, know they hear me, I be speaking up

Motherfuck the radio, they act like they ain't hearing us

Motherfuck the old heads, they act like they ain't feeling us

Motherfuck the opps that got the drop 'cause they ain't pulling up

They be on the net, we at the gas station filling up

Yeah, I know them swipers, them real for-lifers

Screaming, "Bitch, I'm from the city" since in diapers

Okay

Motherfuck them people seen my dream and kept it moving

Section 8, free lunch line, that's the movement

JT Money told me let it go

Inspired by the A, they told me let it snow

One time for Sam Sneak

Made it clear, they ain't from the city so they don't think how I think

Made her do the bop, the head dropped in some bleach

Shout out DJ Kidd, he brought the drop to the beach

Okay, Sabel Palms got me screaming, "I was hot boy"

And if you wasn't in that video then you not, boy

DMX got his coke off of my block

Four wheelers, dirt bike, and a IROC

Uncle Al in a head just like Cyclops

Give me time, give me my spot

I'm so throwed off, I need eye drops

If them people matter, give me my props

Yeah, I'm so throwed off...