Lost Souls

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren] Lost souls run in my city and look for homes Real G's stuff pockets with cheese like calzones Switch phone, stay alert, I've been fucking with work I know a lot of niggas wanna see blood on my shirt Been berzerk, quit the swerve, niggas front, they get hurt Still a double steamer scheemer, got them 2 guns tucked I turn the fucking flame up and mimic Wolfgang Puck. Up in the cut like coke, getting stretched Wait outside, a nigga rest Polly with the kid Possessed, plus I'm known for getting fresh Fucking fronting, get you put out of production Like Averex.. y'all niggas know my steez Niks with different flavored checks I keep a condom on me, that shit my life-preserver vest Sexual chronicles, don't play night rendez-vous Hit bitches when drunk, used to sip a lot of booze Low and brow, imported for me, niggas like my music Artists in this category, because you abuse it ? need to fall back, son, just admire this My niggas move coke, more flakes than psoriasis 49th and 96, I compose the sequel Meyhem Lauren, greater than, we not equal Never play chess without your poker face Niggas is see-through Bishops use pawns, but me, I'm like GQ Extra-lethal, moving sour diesel by the bundles Getting by, looking fly, but sometimes I still struggle.. Keeping combinator pockets all day Y'all the bubble, greenbacks to key lloyd Keep a nigga P-noid Police dunn destroyed a couple lives in my circle So I stopped selling coke, but I still fuck With the purple.. the finest ganja cover my flesh Gotta confess, most of these Up-and-coming rappers sound wack: I'm the best Official to the day of my death A fresh drift is in my body Tryna inhale, real shit, respect nigga