Lost Boys - Intellectual

[Intro: Trinidad James]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If I, if I, haha, dream

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]

I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done (Man, fuck the police, man, haha)

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks (Ya, ya)

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]

Lost boys out in this lonely world

All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]

This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam

An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man

I always had to grind, story of my life

Scrubbin' for the shot, I think I lived my life twice

It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me

Niggas straight up out the blue flame

Hot bitches, Liu Kang

New to the port, nigga, call me butane

I’m so damn Hussein

Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question

A muthafuckin’ question

I went from havin' nothin' to my niggas coppin' sections

To rockin' six gold rings

Then I had to go cop six more grains

Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing

Took reality and put it in a mainframe

Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing

Took reality and put it in a mainframe, bitch

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]

If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James & Mac Miller]

Lost boys out in this lonely world

All we know is drugs and girls (Ya, ya)

All we know is drugs and girls (Ya)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah

Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina

I'm eatin' jambalaya off a thousand dollar china

Findin' hoes in Idaho, ain't strippers, but they ride the pole

Mister muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir

A list of A-list celebrities sendin' me naked pictures

The higher I get, the more money I make

I had a threesome with that ho, now she fuckin' with Drake, damn

Bitches sniffin' Xannies, yeah, they takin' them bars

Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car

I'm faded, but don't worry, been this way from the start

Just shot a video, killed another radio star

Don't make the mistake of thinkin' I wasn't livin' fast

(Whop bop b-luma b-lop) That's Little Richard cash

It's Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I'm bombin' it

Rocks, James, and Miller, that's the conglomerate

(Get off my dick)

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]

I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]

Lost boys out in this lonely world

All we know is drugs and girls

[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]

I don't slack, I don't simp

I don't sleep, I don't slump, I don't lack, I don't loaf, nigga

I don't brag, I don't boast

I don't pull out the Cris if we ain't poppin' that toast, nigga

She had dreams she was fuckin' with a phone boy

It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy

I went from the toy store into Tolstoys

Bitch, it's Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh

Runnin' through the check, bro, check one, check two, check three

A nigga wanna check me, his ass better check again

Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestlin'

And I'm on the border with the Mexican

I’m about to cop the Aston if he let's them in

That's my guala, that's my partner, we the best of friends

Nigga, know the code or you will never get a text again

Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash

Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads

Choppin', pussy, possum better play dead

Learn the game from the old heads (Back up)

[Pre-Chorus: Trinidad James]

I said if I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

If I was a cop, man, I'd probably be a crooked one

And when I was a youngin', always did shit that I shouldn't have done

Like runnin' in these streets, runnin' in these freaks

Mama always told me I was born to be a G

[Chorus: Trinidad James]

Lost boys out in this lonely world

All we know is drugs and girls