Lost Files lyrics

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Everything was all good way back in the day, then the whole hood really went wild
Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin' them smiles
Swear the whole hood missin’ them smiles
I'm a Sed baby, 1300 block-ass n*gga
You can tell from my walk to my style
I ain't really hop off the porch ’til a n*gga got older
But I been on the block since a child
We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky, tears fallin' as I look up to the clouds
Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine, that's how I knew that you was proud
God was there so many times, could've lost my life or fought for it on trial
But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic in my hands, standin' tall in front of them crowds
Overcame a lot by myself, ever since I got rich, it's like everybody wanna come around
I remember I was dead broke, n*gga, I ain't have sh*t, you wasn’t in the list of numbers I could dial
Back against the ropes, wasn’t no one there to help me fight, n*gga, I wanted to throw in the towel
Kept my circle small, never let a b*tch n*gga in, that's just somethin’ that I really can't allow
Man, I'm sorry, but I can't yell gang with a n*gga who ain’t valid or down to do a bid with me
Seem like every day it's a brand-new n*gga in my face tryna claim some kin to me
It's a whole lot of n*ggas with they f*ckin' hand out, but can't name one thing they done did for me
Hell nah, you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change, blowin' Swishers in the crib with me
Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front, man, this sh*t lookin' rigged to me
And you talkin' like you live that sh*t, but I'm really from the trenches, I don't feel it, so I disagree
Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle? sh*t fun, but it's bittersweet
What you know about days missing out on meals just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat?
It was re-up time, I was on my grind, told the P's I ain't takin' no shorts
We was playin' the block, f*ck a sport
The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock, you would think that we play on the court
When my n*ggas died, they thought it was funny, so kill 'em and don't show remorse
It's a whole lot of goofy-ass n*ggas in the way out here, should've stayed on the porch
n*ggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight, they don't wanna pass me the torch
Yeah, I'm hot right now, so they gon' di*k ride whether it's hate or support
But was I gon' make it? Of course
Lil' Polo like that man on the horse
I need a Lambo or a Porsche
Tryna run up them M's
Got plaques to flex on these n*ggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym
I hang with some killers, few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim
He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out, blast 'til we knock off a limb
Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs
n*ggas know we be wettin' sh*t, if you walk with the opps, then I hope you can swim