I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,
Just a lost child, now a lost soul
Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll
Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.
All you need is your passport
Recovering from the lost pieces
Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus
I feel lost and unwanted/
So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that
You told me to get lost
Bomaye, killa cam, my lord
His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
Explains the lives of six lost
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured
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