BLCK - Lose It lyrics

[Produced by Lambchop] [Verse 1: BLCK] (Uh) We all gon' kick the bucket So I roll around like f** it, I'ma live it like there's no tomorrow (Uh) Made it out the dungeon I ain't even hit the summit yet I'm still ahead of most of y'all I reached the point where they no longer look over me As far as competition they don't even come close to me My OG told me keep my circle tighter than hosiery So I don't get double crossed like a couple of rosaries Church Look how they throw their hands up like we got em' hostage Work We clock in then we rock it like a f**ing mosh pit We raise the bar and then we try to top it They be talking profit But our wallets be making them change the topic She only into dudes with hefty pockets And I ain't one to gossip But behind her was nothing but Betty Crocker The way she shake it like the dreads on Waka Flockas noggin Got me dropping such a big deposit she could pay for college (Uh) Ain't no turning back for me Every beat's a casualty and every song's a masterpiece (Yea) Ain't no one surpa**ing me Every day's a holiday and every week is fashion week [Hook: BLCK] I don't know what you thought you were doing You and your movement could keep it moving I swear they gonna make me lose it These dudes is foolish Must be under the influence They either stupid or clueless Somebody tell em' I do this Yea. Somebody tell em' I do this Somebody tell em' I do this I swear they gonna make me lose it [Verse 2: BLCK] (Uh) We all gon' kick the bucket So I roll around like f** it, I'ma live it like there's no tomorrow (Uh) Made it out the dungeon I ain't even hit the summit yet I'm still ahead of most of y'all Tell em' one at a time Everyone gon' get a picture don't be cutting the line Really what's the fuss about? I'm just a regular guy I brush my teeth and throw my Jordan 3's on one at a time Oh yea. Tell em' one at a time I'ma get to k**ing all these rappers one at a time Y'all don't wanna start a war with me involving these rhymes You'll need an AK47 a revolver a nine Straight facts BLCK is top of the line And these bars are head shots now you out of your mind Head shots, once this cannon is fired It won't be a pretty picture we could kiss you goodbye Running laps on this track Tryna go from back of the bus to the back of the Bach (Yea) Running laps on this track Tryna go from back of the bus to the back of the Bach [Hook] [Verse 3: BLCK] I don't know what you thought you were doing You and your movement could keep it moving These dudes is foolish Must be under the influence They either stupid or clueless Somebody tell em' I do this (Uh) We all gon' kick the bucket So I roll around like f** it f** you and whoever said I'd never blow up Did I just not go napalm? I swear my moms would k** me for dropping so many F bombs PSA To anyone that's claiming god in their raps My goal is solely sh** on each and every one of your tracks There ain't a soul in mankind that could hold me from going Mick Foley Dude it's all love til' I go Cactus Jack