Lyrics:
the losers
You made a whole army, an army of babies
Some of them stupid, some of them crazy
Pick up your action, act like a grown man
Look at the winners,
[Notorious B.I.G]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa
From the slums I did survive
Feeling like got nine lives uh
But I'm a dog
This pig think he tough now they call em a hog
Me I'm the shit I made your
from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm makin niggaz blow trial even
quazi
Join the army
Fucking Nazi's
It's fucking nuts
Instead I saved her from her fucked up Fucking religion and her fucked up Family
Fuck is that ok
Haaaaa rowdy (Woo)
I told my niggas never slip up, grip up
Keep that shit from your hip up
Don't slip up (Haaa)
Jahlil beats, holla at me know what I
play
Preacher man just hear what i say
Fuck her face she wont see me next day
Learned from the best
They taught me the game
Now im on it just call me
In the heat of the battle
To the head army there stepped a man
He said, "I've been to the top of the liberty
And I've looked over the promised
[Papoose:]
The soldiers get trained by the leutinent
The leutinent get all of his orders from the captain
General, when i was young i got drafted
Sent me
security I'm a one man army
Now I'm vegan you won't spot me out at Benihanas
Remember days in the backseat of my daddy Honda
I'm counting every dollar like
I’m running with some youngsters
Who gon shake some how the fuck you say you
Trappin’ but ain’t make none?
I made a bag off this
Rappin’ who gon take
cast
I ain't just tryna win i'm tryna win by a landslide
Man this life suck way worser than vampires
You know ya dude was scared why you letting ya mans
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
Servin these bowls to niggas like whitney
Totin these poles this shit make you iffy
Bitch play wit me and i swear it get sticky
Death from the A, we
kids on her face, give yo' wifey a baby shower
East side is the army, go get you a navy tower, what's up, bitch?
'Caine train, nigga, I'ma keep this
man a run drugs man a run risk
Man all a run out a time and ends
Man a run up and down and a run fi dem life and a run down this month rent
Nothin'
pouring less then 4 I get lazy
Really take a soul
Wit 380
Yea that's my lil baby
Born in the north
But was raised in the south
Bitch yk this shi made me
a month and take a pump and
Make 'em want to make up somethin'
Take an up-and-coming artist
Or classic figure
If you see me reaching out
It's to smack
is greater
The fear of losing faith
Or the faith that casts out fear
Tell me who's your savior
Who's your savior
The man upon the stage
Or the one who
Betta back up Betta call for back up
I'm a whole army one man
And I got a plug on the phone overseas
Told me my shit just hit land
Put the dope on a drone
real
Soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
Let's go
From what I hear Kanye is
Killing the game very bad
My girl rocking
is me calling you out
You want to talk like a man, then be a man
Stop talking like you're something (We're paging 1958)
You always have so much
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
imminent/
Zeus and Haines fallen gods are irrelevant demigods now is our time we are prevalent/
Cause me I just be questioning pastor how could he know this
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