[Intro: NJ Threat]
Land of da lost
I'm talking land of da lost
[Verse 1: NJ Threat]
I know niggas runnin' from [?], still can't find their way out
Haters and broke niggas trying to see how it play out
Now that your pockets swell, nigga, what is yo' goals?
Yeah, you free, but you stuck like you're out on parole
This the life you immune to, til the shit consumes you
In too deep like Epps, now it's hard to exhume you
Jewels and fast cars can purchase the illustrated
But the price of that ain't you, so it keeps us stagnated
This the land of da lost and this no Will Ferrell
Cause it ain't funny when you stand at the end of the barrel
And your wife's in peril, you just bought the Camaro
And your brain's on the dash like [?] and Harold's
My cousin, was a brother that turned into a murderer
Got knocked and started quotin' [?]
I'm like Lord, please would you show us the signs
Inside this gang bangin' shit that's got us so intertwined?
Blind leading the blind, homie serving his moms
He said it must be the money like Deion in his prime
We come from a different fabric and far from aristocratic
Can't turn your back on these niggas, they might stab it
I'm feeling like damn as we cursed from a hex
And if it's not bulletproof, niggas ain't tryin' to invest
And our beautiful black sisters who's supposed to be queens
Gettin' dollars stuck in their ass like they vending machines
Land of da lost
I'm talking land of da lost
[Verse 1: NJ Threat]
I know niggas runnin' from [?], still can't find their way out
Haters and broke niggas trying to see how it play out
Now that your pockets swell, nigga, what is yo' goals?
Yeah, you free, but you stuck like you're out on parole
This the life you immune to, til the shit consumes you
In too deep like Epps, now it's hard to exhume you
Jewels and fast cars can purchase the illustrated
But the price of that ain't you, so it keeps us stagnated
This the land of da lost and this no Will Ferrell
Cause it ain't funny when you stand at the end of the barrel
And your wife's in peril, you just bought the Camaro
And your brain's on the dash like [?] and Harold's
My cousin, was a brother that turned into a murderer
Got knocked and started quotin' [?]
I'm like Lord, please would you show us the signs
Inside this gang bangin' shit that's got us so intertwined?
Blind leading the blind, homie serving his moms
He said it must be the money like Deion in his prime
We come from a different fabric and far from aristocratic
Can't turn your back on these niggas, they might stab it
I'm feeling like damn as we cursed from a hex
And if it's not bulletproof, niggas ain't tryin' to invest
And our beautiful black sisters who's supposed to be queens
Gettin' dollars stuck in their ass like they vending machines
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