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when i was lost - scy jimm lyrics

[intro]
none of you n*ggas wasn’t no—
when i was lost, none of you n*ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
hmm, duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
yeah, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
when i was lost, none of you n*ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
servin’ fiends (yeah), duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
i was outchea broke, these f*ckin’ grams was holdin’ me down
you ain’t in to get no money, i don’t even want you ’round (n*gga)
let a n*gga take one of mine, i’m knockin’ three down
if i shoot and miss, lil’ bro, you better catch the rebound
they hate, but i be showin’ so much love, i still don’t see how
n*gga caught a couple ounces, say you pushin’ p now

[verse]
if you ridin’, let me know ’cause it’s gon’ be a long one
n*ggas diss me and i respond that i’m the wrong one
hurtin’ bad, why i always gotta be the strong one?
facin’ all my fears, whatever come at me, i won’t run
they don’t check on me but hit my line whenever they want somethin’
had a pole but he was flaggin’, died with his own gun
i’m my own boss, i don’t take sh*t from no one
i be needin’ haters, without y’all, this sh*t no fun (come on, man)
i lost a couple racks, made it back the same week (back the same week)
i’m that same n*gga, still be in the same street
yeah, that n*gga hard and sh*t, but he just ain’t me (on gang)
wake up hustlin’ every day ’cause this sh*t ain’t free
i won’t let a n*gga take me (uh*uh), i know these n*ggas hate me (i know these n*ggas hate me)
but if i acted like i cared a bit, then that’d be the fake me
n*gga did me dirty, i still’ll cop, so what the f*ck that make me?
i’ve been findin’ myself alone, i ain’t been f*ckin’ with n*ggas lately
this sh*t on me and it’s in me (yeah)
i’m sippin’ remi while i’m clutchin’ on my semi (clutchin’ on that fire)
we done took so many l’s, we finally winnin’, n*gga
i’ma forever be the same until the ending, n*gga (yeah)
[chorus]
when i was lost, none of you n*ggas wasn’t nowhere to be found
servin’ fiends (yeah), duckin’ red and blue lights, do the time
i was outchea broke, these f*ckin’ grams was holdin’ me down
you ain’t in to get no money, i don’t even want you ’round (n*gga)
let a n*gga take one of mine, i’m knockin’ three down
if i shoot and miss, lil’ bro, you better catch the rebound
they hate, but i be showin’ so much love, i still don’t see how
n*gga caught a couple ounces, say you pushin’ p now

- scy jimm lyrics

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