Snowgoons - Lost lyrics

[Hook: Respect Tha God] I see you lost why you try look in your eyes I see you lost Callin' the source droppin' dimes if you talk it don't walk it Get stuck in a trunk team is mean and I'm a fiend b**h I gotta be walk [Verse 1:Respect Tha God] I see them lost like Pac in a trap I can't stack on all* Stones to walk beat this chalk with a chump I pencil a lime around your spine and coke a dime Calling my fam for a 'lil shine n***a get off My dick like tricks up in my face want a taste Disgrace to the game so I restrain It's quite simple man, we take stabs at these corns And leave them leaking where they stand wishing they wasn't born And I'm gone Loonie unleashed take a peek I need a son To pa** this sh** on I tell you before I'm the one You done heard about dreamed about So forth ja gave me these j**els Before i see em get full course I'm lost No loyalty government got em scared No heart running around they just afeared That's why I'm here the voice of Millions is still clear to god would Be allah wit his lit up in the air [Hook 2X] [Verse 2: Block McCloud] Yo Respect, you're right fam I can't deny I'm a lost soul World is a mess so I set up camp at the cross roads To wage war on the skulls and crossbones I'm drawing these lines and they're gonna be Harder to pa** than gall stones America's laws disorientated by Bush's lies on Foreign relations this ain't war we invaded and stole Oil and rations, destroyer of nations, it's poisonous Snakes in the Bush organization and we, the people Sit back spit raps we dumb, blinded by the bling And the finest blood diamond and while you watching TV Big brother watching and see me holding my co*k in three D (haha!) You got health issues 'cause they spreading diseases Drinking top shelf booze won't be getting you Yeezys So for me it's better to be lost and wage war in the underground Than be found down in the grave as a slave who*e [Hook: x2] [Verse 3: Doap Nixon] Tha God is ill, all I need is a cla**ic I paint brush the chaos my hooks is drastic The fiends is eating, the crooks is blasted My cream's increasing, my books is plastic And I'mma spend this money like it's my last chance To feed workers on point, like it's my last dance I'm from Philly we don't lean with it/rock with it We cook, cut, bag, straight to the block with it (money) Yup, it ain't my fault this crack sells That's the biggest scapegoat just to keep blacks jailed And we still make bills that's out our pocket Quarter mill big faces, and it's out of pocket Gangsters don't rap they low key When it's time to go beef they clap your whole street OG's that don't drink or smoke trees But f**ing with this game got me lost in my own streets [Hook: x2]