Dropped off the map

Got lost by myself

Ghosted my camp

Sat on my shelf

Watching time stand still

I collected dust

Cooped in my ends just thinkin thoughts

“If I make a move, how much gain is lost?”

Less of a wallflower, more of a weed

Less of a man then I know I could be

‘Cause mama didn’t raise no fuck nigga

My mama raised a real one

I try to be honest from the jump

You know, really trust the fall

Fuck I hate the winter, damn I love the fall

I try to be honest from the jump

You know, really trust the fall

Fuck I hate the winter, damn I love thе fall

Fuck I hate the winter, damn I lovе the fall

We don't hate the winners, we just love the fallen

Everybody love the lost ones

Everybody love a come up

When they see a brother wanna start somethin’

Cause everybody want a one up

Out on the road wit’ a blunt, hit a home run wit a bunt

Stumblin’ into the big league

Now I’m on field “what the fuck?”

Fresh out a slump, too many women to love

All playa, playa, playa, brush ya shoulders off

Boy I’m the big shit

And I ain't hit practice in ages

I might look back at the pages like

“Who let me into the function?”

Maybe they should've put up a fight

Maybe I’d be happy, less hair nappy

More fine locs, boy times talks

Only time tells, if the vibes fell

If the lines dropped, if the line stops

Could I leave with one?

Could I be with one?

Dropped off the map (dropped off the map)

Got lost by myself (got lost by myself)

Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp)

Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf)

Dropped off the map (dropped off the map)

Got lost by myself (got lost by myself)

Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp)

Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf)