212 Recording - Thought U Lost It lyrics

[Intro] "Yeah" 2016 no more games with these f**boys Cash Money mo' f**in' records b**h Yeah yeah, smoke one "It happened it 1947" [Verse 1: Caskey] Yea The bigger the test the bigger the conquest The bigger the check the bigger the complex This morning I woke up to some bomb s**, from a freak b**h that I met at the front desk Takin' off like my brother off-set Cause I got the diamonds Bird gave me they offset Somebody gotta point me out a rapper who ain't taken a loss yet "Point em' out" I turn this downtime into cross-fit 2-thousand-16 I'm on boss sh** Even when I served, I was never on no "takin' no loss" sh** You ain't got a pistol don't floss sh** My homies they a different type of artist they draw sh** Have you feelin' sketched out playin' sh** safe the best route These the games you wanna be left out Sometimes I get on percocet when I'm stressed out Other times I get some head with her chest out How many hoes I f**ed that I can't announce Cause she got a man, try me, I make the cannon bounce Yea Us black & white, San Antonio Spurs, if you ain't bout' action then you only your words If you ain't actively manifestin' yo destiny it only occurs If it don't hook you in it's only a verse If you been talkin' like you gon' do something to me show me your worst I ain't scared of nothin' I'm shootin' first Yea! [Hook: Caskey] Goddamn! Thought you might've lost it Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it! Goddamn! Thought you might've lost it Heard some of the sh** that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted Goddamn! [Verse 2: Caskey] Pull up whippin' at the spot sittin' low its the 4-pop Somethin' fishy bout' ya like you work at the pro-shop All of y'all dramatic like you act on the Soap-Op Prolly cause my sh** is poppin' off and you so not Don't wanna be like Jay poloticin' with Politician Rather be on shrooms at the beach writin' composition I put in the effort there ain't gonna be competition This a PSA to every rapper, yo clock is tickin' gotta vision gotta mission gotta let it know that I'm not permittin' Anybody stoppin' my shine got a pot to piss in but that ain't finna' stop me from sh**tin' on em' Yea That ain't finna' stop the sauce from drippin' on em' They sendin' shots by the lyrical context But I don't talk about the spiritual concepts But sometimes gotta increase the fan-base I know a snake when he can't do the handshake! Put the lawnmower to landscape Start to paint a picture so vivid you can't erase Handle plates Our country-f**ed if I'm a**essin' the candidates If Donald Trump wins maybe a man of space I'd still be smokin' on Moon Rocks Holla' at the days I had dime bags stuffed in the tube socks I got a mouth like that jit on The Boondocks I'm tryna' stack 6 figures 'n' shoe box [Hook 2: Caskey] Goddamn! Thought you might've lost it Heard you just hit up Avianne with the watch and you told em boy to frost it! Goddamn! Thought you might've lost it Heard some of the sh** that you dropped last year and you sounded so exhausted Goddamn! Whew, still got it Thought you might've lost it Heard you just bought the whole team new brights and you had them all frosted! Goddamn! Still got it "GAHDDAMN!" Thought you might've lost it "Lost it, yeah" "God-damn you still got it" [Verse 3: Caskey] Yea, Yea, Yea, Yea Life's a b**h and I'm Bill Cosby Countin' more money I'm in the lobby We got the hoes and got the oil Abu Dhabi Stuntin' ain't only a habit that sh** a hobbie, you got me? p**y better never try me I'm with the YG Someone asked him "Where is the chopper?" He said "Beside me" Someone asked me where are my problems I said "Behind me" Same place I left all my haters they tryna' blind me My b**hes wily, they on a trance out they body On the molly Going fast, no Ducati Jump out Bugatti Got that sh** they tryna' copy, it never stop me Told my b**h to get the posse Bout to do a f**ing naked tour I feel like Miley Half these b**hes lookin' at my dick and gettin' smiley I'm tryna' dip and tryna' disappear they tryna find me so I dont need a critic to remind me That I still got it b**h [Outro] "Oh my god, its gonna explode" "I'm in a 15 [?], velocity 2,900 feet-per-second. Altitude 9 nautical miles, stands remained distance 7 nautical miles." "This is not standard this is not something that is planned..."