212 Recording - Lost Outro lyrics

Pressure plus pipes I got the tool here strung on my right And ever since i loss you pops i don't write And that was like '09 But every time the beat come on i swear it's go time My fingers start itchin' The pieces of divine start clickin' The mistress in my mind start strippin' I swear that i'm at a constant conflict with these women Cause all the studio time that i buy is way more important than anything that they've given Ain't that a b**h Owe that ho a couple dollars Told her take it in blood or i'm crypt-ed I swear at the top is my mission Cause sometimes i feel like if you would have been proud Then you wouldn't have gone missin' Picture a child in his prison Where nobody gon' write me And nobody come to visit And visually i'm sustained by walls of steel Is it possible that the fire is all that's real, god damn Am i a liar or is all this real Is it true that the ones with the desires get all the meals Cause i gotta eat sh** and my momma got a stomach too And if you talk bullsh** how do i stomach you Ridin' down the 417, sippin' 100 proof Pop myself two or three bars See what a cup will do My girl tried to stop me, she weigh 102 Yellin' that she hate me I swear i feel like it ain't nothin' new Pulled up out the driveway like, "f** you!" To the person who made that Smith & Wesson that my father used, "f** you!" I swear i would've taken your life if i had the option But god didn't give that sh** to me And lately i've been a problem To any motherf**er who cross me Yesterday i was in church And the preacher he had the nerve And banged his a** with that cross piece I'm devilish get 'em off me Hard to take another two steps when your feet turn to concrete Not to mention you off-beat Boy how could you hope to compete Education is institutionalized Everything on the news but truthfully its a lie And everything that is truth Is truthfully in disguise Truth be told i'm an outlaw i was made to survive Then why do i see bars of steel Is it possible that the fire is all that's real, god damn Am i a liar or all this real Could it be the ones with the desire make all the pills That got us like slaves And my momma got chains too And if you f** with the system how do i change you Other day spoke to my cousin He said he changed crews He got new homies and they bang too Feel like he was made for this gangster sh** Wanna cop an AK, move to Anchorage Ankle bracelet community control His room use to get hoes and now it get patrolled And the sad thing, he think that its cool The f** is it that we teaching in our schools, nothin! And they don't even want that discussion Cause T.V. shows, celebrities, and they budget And the rest of the country is on, f** it! Robbin' and stealin' Cause there ain't no jobs out here in Florida appealin' Look at all these old folks retirement, funds We take that sh** with all our violence, guns But really it's the system that made me And the government think that i'm crazy But i think that we lost And i don't know if he did it with the cross I feel like everybody on the Earth will pay the cost And maybe we will see bars of steel And maybe i am hard to k** I could truthfully optimize all that's real I could be the O.G. tellin' you guard ya grill I could be the devil on ya shoulder Or your friend homie And it all just depends homie Cause we are lost Truth be told we are lost Whats it feel like in the world when you lost Don't know which way to go All i see is dollar signs It's a long, long road