Lost

Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give ass on the top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim its precise and its perfect
When I go in she feeling it perfect
NBA money I need a jersey
Kickin shit in the penthouse thats furnished
She came over we *** *ed on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hanging with felons and murderers
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin you
Send the addy we pull up and serve you
Hit stick [?]
Plottin on *****s we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil bih from Decatur she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory
Sippin drank I ain sippin on daiquiri
All this swipin increasing my salary
Different cities I took this shit national
She say please come in go in my ******l
Fendi jogger my outfit be casual
Gucci headband but no Im not hoopin
*****s push up on us then they stupid
They aint hip to the dawg, well they clueless
Bought a stick and I know Ima use it
Me and my *****s on the same page
We talkin on the phone we use code names
White ***** same color *******
We aint **** around with no lames
On my left hand 4 rangs
All these blues aint no change
Even with the money I wont change
Even with the fame Im humble
One way ticket out to Humboldt
All these racks I need two vaults
Shout out my *****s in Duval
Free all my *****s behind the wall
Wish I could burn one with all of yall
Wish yall had no time at all
Theres money out here and Ima find it all
Ima go fill up this Louis duffle
4 years ago I still struggled
Now I gotta sack and Im still hustlin
My lil youngin gonna kill somethin
Heard your mixtape I aint feel nothin
The streets I aint trust for real
Need an M before I sign a deal
Seen a scale and it gave me chills
Remember just keep it real
Pressure all in my loft
Steady gettin this shit off
At first I was lost
Then I got me some crops
She give ass on the top
I got shooters who watch and alerted
When they aim its precise and its perfect
When I go in she feeling it perfect
NBA money I need a jersey
Kickin shit in the penthouse thats furnished
She came over we ****ed on the furniture
I woke up and I shot at a burglar
I be hanging with felons and murderers
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin you
Send the addy we pull up and serve you
Hit stick [?]
Plottin on *****s we sinister
Just sold a bag to a minister
I wanna feel on your curvature
My lil bih from Decatur she savage
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory
Sippin drank I ain sippin on daiquiri