Ibn Inglor - Lost lyrics

[Verse 1] Finna' strive to the path and it doesn't really matter What the roads gonna cost Tell my n***as hold off, tell my n***as hold off No hand outs given to the kids in the land of the motherf**ing wicked Put your hands to the ceiling, put your hands to the ceiling Let n***as know that I ride for my motherf**ing k**ing You feel that motherf**ing feeling You know them kids gonna die, you don't protect this city This the city of the lost and the city of the frost Where the coast gets windy, n***a Rep the clan you living, n***a Rep the name you given [Hook] Hope, for the prayers call, but the prayers lost And the Lords forgiveness, never came for us Hope for the prayers call, but the prayers lost And the Lords forgiveness, never came for us [Bridge] Rebels, leaders, and the mothers son, don't load the gun [Verse 2] Feel the cold in the attic, that's the cold in the city You was living in the basement, so alone in this wicked, world World that we live in, he got the children in the buildings In a seance singing, all hail my kingdom How you feel motherf**ers, you wanna k** motherf**ers? Well here's the gun and it's loaded, pull it only to others Never once to each other, to our brothers and our mothers To the lovers of the world, to a lover and a girl [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3] So I ask for the last and they never give me sh** And they just said I'm an a** n***a They said I wouldn't pa** with ya', they said I wouldn't go nowhere But the flow so rare, k** 'em all for the boss Let me get 'em all to the loft, revenge for the cost Of a goddamn living, I gotta feed my sins n***a I gotta feed my children, you know what it cost on my motherf**ing end Altgeld Gardens, where the lost never win Either hood or die, and it's many that will cry Yeah I did my dirt, for the good or worse Put me on the grid for the hood is cursed But the n***as living good, give the hood the work Drugs and business, and the coke is sniffing [Hook] [Outro] Never came for us, put me in the trap with the queens and who*es Put me on a track with the kings and lords God forbid who has came before Who has came before, who has came before All of the glory never changed ya' boy Rapping a** n***a never came up short I always had a plan for the game, n***a I'm the same n***a, I never changed n***a The story holds all my pain n***a And the glory glows, screaming Lordy Lord Yeah n***a I made it, n***a Yeah n***a, I'm famous n***a Hold all of my anger n***a