This is a song about "We lost"

You told me to get lost

It was my fault

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

We had a little sister in the system and i lost her there,

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Spiritually ive always been kinda lost,

All you need is your passport

You told me to get lost

I know my calling's worth like phone card

We hell razah's of the lost ark

We are all trying to survive, i’ve been sucker punched, blindsided, lost a tooth

This smooth groove is soothing n' abusin' the clues used, improving your crude views

Recovering from the lost pieces

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

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