LOSTIDENTITYMIX

By Spikes

Released on November 4, 2021

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[Sample]

I lost something once

I lost something I couldn't live without

My identity


[Part 1, Verse 1]

Knew this guy named Kamikaze

He hate life so he started moshin'

Pick up Glocks, he droppin' bodies

I don't know, I'm really, uh

You could be just like him too

Started young, he pack in school

Straps on him, he reppin' jewels

Everything he shouldn't do

Then he out, his crew reppin'

Then he shot with Smith & Wesson

They got different favorite colors

Lil Kami is put on a shirt


[Part 1, Verse 2]

I'm just saying, it ain't worth it

Greedy Kami, green like Kermit

Smoked up by the homies too

Learn it, til it become true


[Sample]

I lost something I couldn't live without

My identity (So anyways, thanks for the pen)

It started last week, Monday morning to be exact


[Part 2, Verse 1]

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Uh, Oh?

Takin pills, droppin' trill

Passin' out, on the street

Knowin' people, yeah that's me

Got the links to underground

But my songs ain't never found

What's the problem? I don't know

Cause I'm still here doing most / of them don't even know 'bout beats

Mix they songs, yeah that's cheap

No credits, man that's mean

I stay sober, you smoke trees

You up top, I stay deep


[Part 2, Verse 2]

No Chris Brown, don't drop bodies

Don't touch cases, I don't copy

All these rappers square, they blocky

You take L's, Light Yagami

Makin' stacks, makin' bands

All these jits' are all my fans

Your bars queer, you sound trans'

Who are you? Call yo' mans


[Sample]

Monday morning to be exact

The day I lost my identity


[Part 3, Intro]

This one for Z

And I'm lost


[Part 3, Verse 1]

And we start off

Keep it low down dawg

Brain filled, might as well call it brain fog

And we stuck out here, tryna' stay up

You far behind, gotta speed up, lil homie wait up

Keep it low down dawg

Brain filled, might as well call it brain fog

And we stuck out here, tryna' stay up

You far behind, gotta speed up, lil homie wait up


[Part 3, Verse 2]

No one care 'bout me, gotta go

Go make songs, allons-y

My block is lost, it filled with thieves

No remorse, it's done with ease

Don't make bread, got a 9-5

See kids makin thrills and they gon' die

Don't mind me, I'm just watchin' by

Watch the clock, because time flies

Time flies, time flies, time flies, time flies


[Sample]

The day I lost my identity (I gotta go)