Testo Lost Souls

Ayo, Ran, turn that up
R.I.P. Telly
R.I.P. Gang

At first I was blind to the fame
Baby, I'm not no more
Wasted time, can't go back
So long for them lost souls So long, so long for them lost souls
Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload

Two in the morning, she hittin' me up, she callin' my phone
I've been on the road, right now, I've been doin' shows
I'ma put four in it, weight, yeah, it on me, that fuck shit, I'on condone it
The way she movin' her body, I'm lovin' her performance
I be off the drugs, sometimes I be feelin' like a zombie
And she got a fetish for money, no, she won't get nothin' from me, haha
But I'm gooped up, fightin' the body for lean and lemonade
I'm lyrical, what you make, I'm lyrical, what they say
I ain't mean to push you away, I'd rather give you some space
I shot back with a .308, they tried to kill me, no way

At first I was blind to the fame Baby, I'm not no more
Wasted time, can't go back
So long for them lost souls
So long, so long for them lost souls
Hol' on, hol' on, let me reload

Hol' on, let me reload
I was blind, but not anymore
My wrist can't tell the time 'cause it's so froze
Dropped a bag on him, red denim on all his clothes
Haha