"Losing My Faith" lyrics
Cough syrup, narcotics, straight to the face
My bullets hit his Glock, that boy shootin' blanks
Pray to the Father, think I'm losing my faith
Up that lil' bitch, think he losing his faith
Dropped out of school, but that boy get erased
Lil' ass boy, you better stay in your place
Stick up, that boy better point to the safe
Hiccup, we knock out that boy broad day
Trippin', we 'bout tell that boy, "Tie his lace"
Philly, the nigga get cooked like a steak
Goin' back to back, I ain't takin' no breaks
I throw the shots, so they dunk like they Blake
Nothin' but bullets and guns in this crate
I drop the racks, go get them, don't wait
She suckin' dick, I forgot she was fake
He tried to split me, I don't play wit' no pape'
Money and drugs, ridin' 'round being baked
I told that boy do not trap where he lay
Pull up wit' that snow and make sure he don't flake
I got on his ass 'cause lil' buddy don't pay
Want smoke wit' this mob shit, make sure you pray
Put drugs in the pot, like I made it wit' clay
Give fuck 'bout they gang, they get cracked like a vase
I bust on her face, ask that bitch, "How it taste?"
Shots run at they gang, know them boys pissed
5.56 bullets flyin' straight through the mist
Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in that whip
I'm in her mouth, pop at they clique (Yeah)
Shoot the Glock till the bitch click (Huh)
Call [?] for that wish
Cross the lil' boy out my list
Baby EBG come home
Loan five racks on this brand new phone
I feel like I'm higher than stoned
Got the B's on, when I'm havin' some more
I'm sour, you better watch your tone
Backyard weed plant, watch the bitch grow
Nothin' but opps in this blunt that I smoke
But I ain't got no opps, tell them niggas they ass broke (Trim)
Write the boy on a damn note
Vampire Party, yeah, that ho got my vote
Mob, Eazy-E, yeah, havin' some locs
Wet they block up, them boys soap (Huh)
3500 on coat, BL, I promise you, this like a coat
Face be fried when I'm wrappin' them up
They mad, I fuck wit' 2wo2imes like soap
Bad vocals, I load up this preset
You walk around passin' cat, no I need that (Huh)
Nigga got robbed, I ain't see that (Yeah)
Stopped doin' drugs when I relapsed
Run up on this, face shot, ain't no knee cap
Cussin' too much, man, they might wanna bleep that
Thirty grams, Dracos, and drugs in my backpack
Yeah I'm a cougar, I'm on that, yeah
Bet you never seen a nigga run a four flat
Stick like a snare, hit like a hi-hat
Popped him in the arm, all he wanted was a dap
I'm not no regular rapper, that's facts
Come to your block and then fuck up your stats
12 hit the door, put that bitch on the mats
He tried to cap on lil' Glokk, he won't last
I don't want problems, just give me that stash (Huh, brrt)
Higher than Earth, I'm going to the moon
Drop the bombs on them, that shit go kaboom
Started that fire, that bitch sparkin' off fumes
Thot, slut, bitch, she gettin' kicked out the room
Thug Life, but I had to break out cocoon
Bitch ass nigga, I caught you, doomed
Vamp Life, mob shit, know I got pulled
My bullets hit his Glock, that boy shootin' blanks
Pray to the Father, think I'm losing my faith
Up that lil' bitch, think he losing his faith
Dropped out of school, but that boy get erased
Lil' ass boy, you better stay in your place
Stick up, that boy better point to the safe
Hiccup, we knock out that boy broad day
Trippin', we 'bout tell that boy, "Tie his lace"
Philly, the nigga get cooked like a steak
Goin' back to back, I ain't takin' no breaks
I throw the shots, so they dunk like they Blake
Nothin' but bullets and guns in this crate
I drop the racks, go get them, don't wait
She suckin' dick, I forgot she was fake
He tried to split me, I don't play wit' no pape'
Money and drugs, ridin' 'round being baked
I told that boy do not trap where he lay
Pull up wit' that snow and make sure he don't flake
I got on his ass 'cause lil' buddy don't pay
Want smoke wit' this mob shit, make sure you pray
Put drugs in the pot, like I made it wit' clay
Give fuck 'bout they gang, they get cracked like a vase
I bust on her face, ask that bitch, "How it taste?"
Shots run at they gang, know them boys pissed
5.56 bullets flyin' straight through the mist
Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in that whip
I'm in her mouth, pop at they clique (Yeah)
Shoot the Glock till the bitch click (Huh)
Call [?] for that wish
Cross the lil' boy out my list
Baby EBG come home
Loan five racks on this brand new phone
I feel like I'm higher than stoned
Got the B's on, when I'm havin' some more
I'm sour, you better watch your tone
Backyard weed plant, watch the bitch grow
Nothin' but opps in this blunt that I smoke
But I ain't got no opps, tell them niggas they ass broke (Trim)
Write the boy on a damn note
Vampire Party, yeah, that ho got my vote
Mob, Eazy-E, yeah, havin' some locs
Wet they block up, them boys soap (Huh)
3500 on coat, BL, I promise you, this like a coat
Face be fried when I'm wrappin' them up
They mad, I fuck wit' 2wo2imes like soap
Bad vocals, I load up this preset
You walk around passin' cat, no I need that (Huh)
Nigga got robbed, I ain't see that (Yeah)
Stopped doin' drugs when I relapsed
Run up on this, face shot, ain't no knee cap
Cussin' too much, man, they might wanna bleep that
Thirty grams, Dracos, and drugs in my backpack
Yeah I'm a cougar, I'm on that, yeah
Bet you never seen a nigga run a four flat
Stick like a snare, hit like a hi-hat
Popped him in the arm, all he wanted was a dap
I'm not no regular rapper, that's facts
Come to your block and then fuck up your stats
12 hit the door, put that bitch on the mats
He tried to cap on lil' Glokk, he won't last
I don't want problems, just give me that stash (Huh, brrt)
Higher than Earth, I'm going to the moon
Drop the bombs on them, that shit go kaboom
Started that fire, that bitch sparkin' off fumes
Thot, slut, bitch, she gettin' kicked out the room
Thug Life, but I had to break out cocoon
Bitch ass nigga, I caught you, doomed
Vamp Life, mob shit, know I got pulled
