I Done Lost Zaggin

Lyrics

[Intro] Man, this right here, this one from the heart This for all my niggas, Black Haven and all the surrounding areas Family members, friends, the ones that's gone R.I.P. Big Dre, Orange Mound Bound The ones that still is, this for y'all [Chorus] I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system A lot of my real niggas turned out to be victims A lot of my real niggas turned out to be snitches And some even end up being bitches, I done lost [Verse 1] I done lost niggas to the streets, and some partners to the system Got a homie doing life on a robbery line That's the only night I wasn't with him And my right-hand shooter turned to the hooter That bitch he was fuckin' with put him on And that shit, that was crucial Lost niggas to the gangbang, lost niggas to the coke slang Lost a lot of frenemies, made a lot of enemies When I became famous Times start getting hard, niggas start switchin' I just seen niggas snitchin' for them petty pennies It's a cold game, nigga gotta keep on jackin' I'm from a hood where a nigga gotta keep a ratchet It's like everybody cooking, ain't nobody straight When you start doing good for yourself, that's when they hate [Chorus] I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system A lot of my real niggas turned out to be victims A lot of my real niggas turned out to be snitches And some even end up being bitches, I done lost [Verse 2] I'm a Black Haven nigga, straight up out that Hillcrest Haven A lot of my niggas, they still here with us A lot of my niggas done already died R.I.P. L-O-R-D Infamous, I mention you the most When I'm making these beats, I feel you still around me Maybe it's just your ghost I know you up in heaven, in the biz I'm taking care of Mommy, Daddy, and Tommy And all of the family members we lost All the homies that we've lost Some of 'em off in the game Man, I miss Sonny ridin' in that Mustang Them niggas die young, they never last long 'Cause the devil in their head tryna make 'em do wrong Killer Mike, Al, Gary, and Lil' Larry are still in And my brother Luci' probably never see outside of the pen Most of my hustlin' niggas in While my lazy niggas out, they ain't out And they ain't even really tryna win Puttin' blunts in the wind with my nigga Chris Talkin' 'bout all the homies we miss And all we can do is just sit here and reminisce [Chorus] I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system A lot of my real niggas turned out to be victims A lot of my real niggas turned out to be snitches And some even end up being bitches, I done lost