Dropped off the map
Got lost by myself
Ghosted my camp
Sat on my shelf
Watching time stand still
I collected dust
Cooped in my ends just thinkin thoughts
“If I make a move, how much gain is lost?”
Less of a wallflower, mpre of a weed
Less of a man then I know i could be
‘Cause mama didn’t raise no fxxk nixxa
My mama raised a real one
I try to be honest from the jump
You know, really trust the fall
Fxxk i hate the winter, damn I love the fall
I try to be honest from the jump
You know, really trust the fall
Fxxk i hate the winter, damn I love the fall
Fxxk I hate the wintеr, damn I love the fall
We don't hatе the winners, we just love the fallen
Everybody love the lost ones
Everybody love a come up
When they see a brother wanna start somethin
Cause everybody want a one up
Out on the road wit’ a blunt, hit a homerun wit a bunt
Stumblin’ into the big league
Now I’m on field “what the fxxk?”
Fresh out a slump，too many women to love
All playa playa playa
brush ya shoulders off Boy I’m the big shxt
And I hit practice in ages
I might look back at the pages like
“Who let me into the function?”
Maybe they should've put up a fight
Maybe I’d be happy, less hair nappy
More fine locs, boy times talks
Only time tells, if the vibes fell
If the lines dropped, if the line stops
Could I leave wit one?
Could I be wit one?
Dropped off the map (dropped off the map)
Got lost by myself (got lost by myself)
Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp)
Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf)
Dropped off the map (dropped off the map)
Got lost by myself (got lost by myself)
Ghosted my camp (ghosted my camp)
Sat on my shelf (sat on my shelf)