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Lost too many people it boils my blood
Followed by evil I can tell by my luck
Tio told me luck is fake it's all about hustle
Watch out for the snakes

of Olympus, I feel like I'm Giannis
I feel like I'm Giannis
Ballin so hard and No one can stop this
No one can stop this
On top of Olympus, I feel like I'm

Niggas try turn off my shine by switchin up
Can't depend on no nigga, only God I trust
Do not run up, lil nigga, I keep it tucked
Hoppin right out

I Told You / Another One

Tory Lanez

I Told You

2016

last. And this music stuff. Nigga go get a job. 
That's what you need. You need a job, I'm done. 
I'm sorry you lost your mom, but I can't take this

(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Yeah

I done lost my dawg to the streets (my dawg)
He in heaven ballin' for me
We done got it all off the streets

Let's take a ride and get lost
Having one helluva time
You ready or not?
Yea yea, you ready or what?
You ready or not?
Yea yea, you ready or what?
I been

show it, I got too much on me
I got so high, I lost my focus As time, as time goes by
I feel more chosen, I climb high to the sky
And now I'm floatin',

and I be Ballin as I shoot for three
this shit isn't new to me, The Bad Guy is Who I Am
I'ma Lost One doing everything I can, Life's A Bitch, understand?

bleedin'
Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize, 'cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends
But in

Now everybody keep your eyes on the prize, 'cause the ride get tricky
See you got some niggas on your side
That say they're your friends
But in real

average (That's real)
It gets dangerous when all I see is jealousy (All I see is Jealousy)
Inhaling trees to balance out my energy
Cause I'm a Fucking

Cradle to the Grave

2Pac

Thug Life, Vol. 1

1994

I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm

I got you), get you back in that zone
Ballin like 2, 3
Back into the basics
Came to run the game
So I came in with some asics
The real thing, yeah

see me do my money dance
I'm lost in the sauce like I been sippin it since breakfast

Money dance on dem
Got some plans so I can't lose
Blueprints

Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I

Always been by myself so I just feel like I'm boxed in
These niggas tryna get me up but I'm just steady locked in
These niggas say I'm lucky but I'm

You get money and brand new problems
I can't front 'cause nigga be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get you hit up, get sliced

piece
While I covered three, playin' nickel, doin' safety reads, watch the flats
I can rap, but I rather tackle and pedal back
Get a pick when my

of a sudden I see a broad I'm feelin'
Grab her by the arm
Tell her pause for a minute
Can we talk for a minute?
Get lost for a minute?
I tell the DJ, "Cut

you ain't by yourself dawg, we all been lost
Stay on your course, carry your cross
Ain't no stoppin, got to keep it poppin
You want it, you can get it,

Cuz gotta go outside
Cuz gotta get so high
Got no energy and I ain't happy, I lost some people so started rapping
Got some Off-white, and then I got

Pulled up on the scene
My dawg saw his girl cousin
Homie lost up in the ocean wish that I could get him
I know his fam miss him I know his fam miss him
I

hard to get rich
Bet it’s easy to get poor, though
I just went and got everything that I set for
Y’all seem real but you fake like Westworld
Yeah
I just

like I'm Popeye
Make sure the pipe hit ya left eye (do, do, do)
Work by my lonely, get the job done
You ain't even never touched a bop gun (you haven't)