Found, Lost

By VI Seconds

Released on August 21, 2018

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[Verse 1: VI Seconds]

Now where the fuck do I start

Had a lot of shit I've been dealing with

Took a look at my reflection

Got to say that I'm feeling it

Heard these niggas got clout now

I made the choice to start stealing it

Hustler runs in my gene's

So in my jeans that steel will fit

Couple music bloggers mad at me

Some fat fuck taking jabs at me

Fans wishing they could clap at me

They money funny but they laugh at me

You are looking at a supernova

Tell your niggas that their moves are over

Holding something like a super soaker

Chopper make me do the Uzi shoulder

I won't have my momma let down

In the building screaming get down

Won't send a message with a text now

Gun smoking like its stressed out

See your face all on the news stand

Ya'll done put me in a new stance

Turn your group into the blue mans

Gun kicking like the shoot dance

Everybody changing colors nigga

Murder every single summer nigga

I ain't never been a runner nigga

I'm the one to put you under nigga

I ain't nothing like these raps dudes

I am not the one to rap too

Got stronger off of bad news

Now its reva like a tattoo

Turn your booth into my bathroom

This shit I'm on is past due

I'm doing what I want to

You doing what you have too

Got two jealous well I'm glad too

And I'm making Father mad too

Normally don't show my feelings

But the toolie showing off my bad mood

Shit different when I'm in the bag

I don't do shit unless I get a bag

Talking crazy you gon' end with ya

Body laying up inside a bag

You popping mollies I be popping tags

I stay with paper you be playing tag

I'm gon' do you niggas really bad

Then lay low like the titty sag

These rappers are pitiful

If I say I'm gon' kill em then its more than just lyrical

To sleight with my syllables

If I pick at you I am not mining for minerals

I fly individual

When it comes to the money we're so undivisible

Yeah go face to face with the Gawd yeah

You better pray for a miracle

My pockets stay full of vegetables yeah

Keep your bitch parked on my testicles yeah

Me and no one are identical yeah

You must be smoking on medical yeah

Turn my crib to a sex festival yeah

Triplets deep throating my genitals yeah

My every move is a spectacle yeah

I get more foul than a technical yeah

Your niggas call me a general yeah

When I see em they go atten general yeah

Your girl treat my clothes like they're collectibles yeah

She treat my kids like they're edibles yeah

You niggas belong in receptacles yeah

If not then you're huffing a chemical yeah

You got a gun I got sentinels yeah

So its a wrap for you like tentacles yeah yeah

Killing everything killing everything

I'll put a band on you like a wedding ring

I'm killing anything killing anything

You need an alto when I let it sing die

Everybody gonna feel the wrath of a stone cold killer when I said the ring

I got my grounds covered everybody round hush

Nobody saw a thing

I took sometime to go and get myself together

Hit the point where I didn't want this shit forever

But thats giving winners to the people who told me never

It only gets better that's the shit I'm always gon' remember

Now I'm in this bitch feeling like a whole new nigga

If I don't fuck with you then its a wrap for you niggas

Cause I've been down and I ain't never going back

Without a Nets jersey I'mma put this city on my back