Lost Boy

Street nigga gotta keep me a weapon you could die only take a few seconds

Opp nigga keep on tweeting and texting chalk him up we gone teach him a lesson

She claiming im the reason she stressing but she still trying to keep the connection

Mud brothers with a need for progression last year we was juggin finessing

Young nigga was in need for direction xaned down trying to beat the depression

Most times i dont see my reflection but I know all they see is aggression

No love all i see is deception all this pain it's gone bleed in these sessions

Broken im still seeking perfection dont trip im still counting my blessings

Walk down with a 357 masked down trying to send him a message

No picks man you niggas selective step up we gone send him to heaven

Thank god live to see 27 lord knows couldve died at 11

Gang ties overriding oppression i was never out seeking protection