Lost Scribe

[Intro] 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 [Verse] 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 Pair of specs while I'm throwin' the dice, you dig? [Outro] Tell Mike it was only business I always liked him 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