"Lost Scribe" lyrics

Think they may have and called you on the phone today (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Think they may have and called you on the phone today

It's a war when I scribe
I've been prayin' to you since like I'm sure it was mine
They tellin' me I'm big, felt shorter inside
But the remainder what I give, what I record in these lines
Just reclaimin' what it is, the unfortunate times
I got to stayin' in the crib, how them horrors had spiked
This aching since a jit, just a quarter of life
I'm twenty-five, still equipped, can't afford to suffice
I need a diet on the spliffs and open more to advice
I know the triumph never quit, the brick and mortar and strife
Relyin' on my limbs, a soldier of plight
Been survivin' through the dim, yeah, the coldest of nights
A broken writer and his fix, fixed on holdin' the prize
All them lies, hella myths, a lot of ownin' demise
Every pocket gettin' hit, any open is mines
Everybody got they thirty-second moment to shine
Anybody with a worthy message lowered the price, I'm on set, yeah
Niggas lower than MIKE and on crack
My chest smoky and tight, long breaths
Pay respects while I'm throwin' the dice, you dig?

Well, Mike, it was only business
I always liked you
Think they may have and called you on the phone today
Think they may have and called you on the phone today
Think they may have and called you on the phone today