Lost Files

[Verse]

Everything was all good way back in the day, then the whole hood really went wild

Long live the gang, man, the whole hood missin' them smiles

Swear the whole hood missin’ them smiles

I'm a Sed baby, 1300 block-ass nigga

You can tell from my walk to my style

I ain't really hop off the porch ’til a nigga got older

But I been on the block since a child

We was rugrats in the trenches, now you up in the sky, tears fallin' as I look up to the clouds

Pray for a sign just to know you still with me, so I seen the sun shine, that's how I knew that you was proud

God was there so many times, could've lost my life or fought for it on trial

But it's like he chose me to be the one with the mic in my hands, standin' tall in front of them crowds

Overcame a lot by myself, ever since I got rich, it's like everybody wanna come around

I remember I was dead broke, nigga, I ain't have shit, you wasn’t in the list of numbers I could dial

Back against the ropes, wasn’t no one there to help me fight, nigga, I wanted to throw in the towel

Kept my circle small, never let a bitch nigga in, that's just somethin’ that I really can't allow

Man, I'm sorry, but I can't yell gang with a nigga who ain’t valid or down to do a bid with me

Seem like every day it's a brand-new nigga in my face tryna claim some kin to me

It's a whole lot of niggas with they fuckin' hand out, but can't name one thing they done did for me

Hell nah, you can't hit this Backwood if you wasn't scrapin' up change, blowin' Swishers in the crib with me

Seem like the industry pick and choose who they want in the front, man, this shit lookin' rigged to me

And you talkin' like you live that shit, but I'm really from the trenches, I don't feel it, so I disagree

Do you really understand all the ups and downs to this lifestyle? Shit fun, but it's bittersweet

What you know about days missing out on meals just to make sure your brothers and your sisters eat?

It was re-up time, I was on my grind, told the P's I ain't takin' no shorts

We was playin' the block, fuck a sport

The way that we shootin' and passin' the rock, you would think that we play on the court

When my niggas died, they thought it was funny, so kill 'em and don't show remorse

It's a whole lot of goofy-ass niggas in the way out here, should've stayed on the porch

Niggas ain't ready to give up the spotlight, they don't wanna pass me the torch

Yeah, I'm hot right now, so they gon' dick ride whether it's hate or support

But was I gon' make it? Of course

Lil' Polo like that man on the horse

I need a Lambo or a Porsche

Tryna run up them M's

Got plaques to flex on these niggas like I'm liftin' weights at the gym

I hang with some killers, few lil' savages with me, my shooters don't aim at the rim

He tough with his chest out, we pull them TEC's out, blast 'til we knock off a limb

Have him runnin' up out of his Timbs

Niggas know we be wettin' shit, if you walk with the opps, then I hope you can swim