Cy Fyre - Lost lyrics

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Cy Fyre - Lost lyrics

[Intro] Whatever else happen, I ain't forget [Verse 1: Starlito] n***as 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 sh** 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 n***as not giving a f** about nothing I mean nothing Shooting and hustling I'm hot dog and the coupe is mustard But I don't relish that sh** What the hell is a brick But a lick to a n***a that ain't never had sh** Or a [???] over rap n***a embellishment I intelligent from the head I get She say she is celibate I probably save that b**h I had a girlfriend but I dumped her I be high as hell I hope she take me back [Hook: Starlito] You ever lost somebody I mean really, really wish you could talk to somebody But they was gone before you thought about it You ever lost somebody I mean really wish you could talk to somebody But they was gone before you thought about it Not brainstorming but my thoughts cloudy [Verse 2: Starlito] Yea these are scarttered showers Sad as f** at happy hour Wishing I could laugh about it We use to hit the lab and rap for hours Now I'm giving his momma and daddy flowers My only thoughts was gettting at them cowards k**ed my lil n***a and probably bragging bout it Retribution Do you gotta a better solution They taught us to tote guns Really they bread us as shooters All we cared about getting fresh and hoopin Same neighborhood that get executed Same lil n***as use to sneak in the movies I'm pretty sure gunfire k**ed more dreams than excuses One by one losing everyone that believed in my movements All I got is my weed and my music This called keeping it moving Yea this called keeping it moving