Lost yo' Mind Lyrics

Fuck nigga I don't play that shit

Keep my name out your muthafuckin mouth

You must've lost your mind

Yall too caught up in the matrix glorifying that fake shit

I can never respect a man who gotTakashii on his playlist

Its too much sucka shit going on and yall dont say shit

Like you so called real niggas havin bitch nigga conversations

Gossiping like hoes discussing niggas moves

You a gangsta in tight jeans with a bad bitch attitude

I hate you niggas like Nazis corny carbon copies

Record labels got these garbage acting cocky

A lil money and a chain they on top of the world

All in they videos dancing like girls

Hold up who's ya OG ya daddy should be mad

Cuz his son is a sucka he sold his soul for some cash

The fame don't last the industry of shit

Its like playing Russian Roulette with one bullet in the clip

Plus every other day another rapper getting murked

He was trying to chase his dreams why did he have to leave Earth

Man its sickening these crackers been savage since birth

I'm a tell it like it is for what its worth but first things first

Young bull it ain't cool to wear a skirt

I don't care if it match your shoes or the Gucci on your shirt but do you

I never been the type to follow the crowd

Im sucka free meaning aint none of you suckas allowed

You know to go where I go or breathe the air that I breathe

Fuck twelve I'm a precision driver in high speeds

I'm kinda rusty cuz I aint hit the booth in some months

I never retired from rapping I just do this when I want

They like damn Ellis rapping again that nigga fire I thought he retired

Naw I just had to get my grip right like I'm working with pliers

Separation causes elevation you ever try me

The metal waiting beside me

Name ring bells from the west to the east

From the streets to the suites from the booth to the beach nigga

Beef is when your mama dressed in black

crying over your casket cuz you aint coming back

Beef is when somebody in your bushes with a strap

Catch you sitting in your car and blow your brains on the dash

I'm from the Ak home of the fentanyl overdoses

That shit can make you rich but the Fed time is ferocious

I'm a keep it lit till Big Tooly out the cage

When I was young my favorite gun was a uzi or a gauge

Yeah wilding out no Nick Cannon hide when the lions out

Middle fingers up like Draymond when he fouling out

Rest in peace Crash Money yeah that's bro

Only rapper from Akron that was fucking with Death Row lets go

Fuck nigga I don't play that shit

Keep my name out your muthafuckin mouth

You must've lost your mind