Lost Pyrex, Southside & 808 Mafia
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[Chorus]
Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel
Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel
Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal
Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel
Feds just slide the plug up now I gotta rap for real
Praying to the trap god for a brick and a Richard Mil'
I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills
Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed
[Verse]
Main bitch in the hotel, she can't know where I stay, yeah
She wanna love me, yeah, it's gon' cost her, she gotta pay
Side ho speak no inglo, she from St. Tropez
Had to take the soul out that Cartier
Now I walk around with a skeleton
Walk in the bank and get profiled, they be thinking, "How we let a felon in?"
These niggas be beefing through profiles, I don't care, it's irrelevant
Only dream was to sell a brick
Everything on my mind about getting some money, it's like I been celibate
[Chorus]
Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel
Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel
Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal
Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel
Feds just slide the plug up now I gotta rap for real
Praying to the trap god for a brick and a Richard Mil'
I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills
Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed
Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel
Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel
Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal
Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel
Feds just slide the plug up now I gotta rap for real
Praying to the trap god for a brick and a Richard Mil'
I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills
Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed
[Verse]
Main bitch in the hotel, she can't know where I stay, yeah
She wanna love me, yeah, it's gon' cost her, she gotta pay
Side ho speak no inglo, she from St. Tropez
Had to take the soul out that Cartier
Now I walk around with a skeleton
Walk in the bank and get profiled, they be thinking, "How we let a felon in?"
These niggas be beefing through profiles, I don't care, it's irrelevant
Only dream was to sell a brick
Everything on my mind about getting some money, it's like I been celibate
[Chorus]
Lost my favorite bitch today, I don't know how I feel
Start my day off taking drugs, forgot how sober feel
Drowning my emotions at the bottom of this seal
Too paranoid, I'm in my head, I'm spinning like a wheel
Feds just slide the plug up now I gotta rap for real
Praying to the trap god for a brick and a Richard Mil'
I know he ain't gangster, he been feeling all them pills
Acting out for bitches, all that capping get him killed
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