Lyrics:
Used to get it by the mailbox
Hunnid bands on a wrist watch
Dumb bitch blow the brains out
It's a blessing (what)
I was broke but now I'm flexing
Lost
By Jesse Mader
Written by Jess Robin Mader
Jesse Mader Music
(Scratching)
Lost
The Soco was my novocaine, I never overcame the sober pain
Taz's Angels
Never was a client, 'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league,
to the murder of Dr david Gunn
Who was killed in Florida
By pro-life activists
While I was living there that was
The ultimate hypocrisy I
Witnessed growing up:
(mccartney/macmanus)
She was counting out the window of the outbound train
All the poles of the telegraph
And the rock-a-bye rhythm in the song
There's a cowboy whose name was Big Jesse
On his head was a big prairie hat
And a big prairie hat's what they called him
Or something that sounded
myself (Boss!)
Filthy rich and you can tell, by how I smell
I be like Fa Fa Ladies be like Sabawel
And then it's Aah aah later back at the hotel
I'm fresh
drank
Don't pop pills either cause that shit ain't cool
We just drunk a mad Dom 'fore we went to school
Flick off, back then I was smashing boys
Jump
dead pigeon
If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians
Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand grenade
Girl bled to death while she was
from the ground up
Can’t let you around us
That was Jesse’s round up
the door
Starting to think that was your whore
I wiped her floor like a chore
Like a track star, she be running back on all fours,
Begging for more
(knock,
first) oi
Money come first (Money)
If it weren't me on the back of the
Ride then I definitely sponsored that works
(Turn) all I wanna do is pattern this
find that nigga"
Oh my god bitch c'est la vie
We make movies, DVD
Shit ain't PG, CP Three
Our chemistry like alchemy
Bitch, I was outside in the coupe
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
stops
Yo, go on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with
start again
Shits lava now it was lava then
How many pairs of pradas ten
Had more spices then uncle ben's
My soul cried when i copped that benz
Making
She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen
Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine
I've never seen a girl like
a money machine
Your girl like Gumby, how she bends over, fuck me
It seems that I've struck a nerve, I'm a boss, there's no one I'm employed by
That's
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
the wee-little
Bitch, I'mma bump then I'll fuck
Then I'll pump
Compton the home of the chrome to your neck
Fuck all that, Fuck all that
Niggas tryna turn up one
Wasn’t having that
Farther was a mail man use to rock Them bucket hats
Told me if I wanna rap so bad you Better do it then booked a flight to Vegas that’s
Everyone knows now
That every night now
Will be Steven's last night in town
We were talking bout something
Seems like was funny
Then Steven got
poopin', man started snoopin', shit was so loud then I started to move it, move it, yeah, call me Jesse, uh, on the block and I fake me, yeah, yeah, come
then I'll gun ya down
I'll stop pulling off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price of my head
Because I love the chase
Whether I escape
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