Lost Starlito

[Intro]
Whatever else happen, I ain’t forget

[Verse 1: Starlito]
Niggas ain’t talking bout much
I rather bump Willie Hutch or the music in church
Than a sacrilegious or blasphemous
I got loyal goons they don’t ask for much
And they don’t rap
But (pow pow) they’ll wrap you up
Yea
Trash bags for the shells
Trash bags half a bale
Got plays
Got [???]
Got sells
Where’s my scale
What the hell really going on
Not shit
Still going in on my songs
Blowing on this O so strong
All alone
But ya ho all on my mobile phone
I tried to tell her to get off my line
Quit all that lyin
Thought I was ballin when I first
Bought a nine
Use to think that time was money
Till they gave my homeboys all that time
Niggas not giving a fuck about nothing
I mean nothing
Shooting and hustling
I’m hot dog and the coupe is mustard
But I don’t relish that shit
What the hell is a brick
But a lick to a nigga that ain’t never had shit
Or a [???] over rap nigga embellishment
I intelligent from the head I get
She say she is celibate
I probably save that bitch
I had a girlfriend but I dumped her
I be high as hell
I hope she take me back