Losing My Faith

Cough syrup, narcotics, straight to the face

My bullets hit his Glock, that boy shootin' blanks

Pray to the fire, think I'm losing my faith

Up that lil' bitch, think he losing his face

Dropped out of school, but that boy get erased

Lil' ass boy, you better stay in your place

Stick up, that boy better point to the safe

Hiccup, we knock out that boy broad day

Trippin', we 'bout tell that boy, "Tie his lace"

Philly, them niggas get cooked like a steak

Goin' back to back, I ain't takin' no breaks

I throw the shots, so they dunk like they Blake

Nothin' but bullets and guns in this crate

I drop the racks, go get them, don't wait

She suckin' dick, I forgot she was fake

He tried to split me, I don't play wit' no pape'

Money and drugs, ridin' 'round being baked

I told that boy do not trap where he lay

Pull up wit' that snow and make sure he don't flake

I got on his ass 'cause lil' buddy don't pay

Want smoke wit' this mob shit, make sure you pray

Put drugs in the pot, like I made it wit' clay

Give fuck 'bout they gang, they get cracked like a vase

I bust on her face, ask that bitch, "How it taste?"

Shots flyin' at they gang, know them boys pissed

5.56 bullets flyin' straight through the mist

Young rich nigga ridin' 'round in that whip

I'm in her mouth, pop at they clique (Yeah)

Shoot the Glock till the bitch click (Huh)

Cut off his tongue for that wish

Cross the lil' boy out my list

Baby EBG come home

Loan five racks on this brand new phone

I feel like I'm higher than stoned

Got the B's on, when I hang wit' Simone

I'm sour, you better watch your tone

Backyard weed plant, watch the bitch grow

Nothin' but opps in this blunt that I smoke

But I ain't got no opps, tell them niggas they ass broke (Trim)

Write the boy on a damn note

Vampire Party, yeah, that ho got my vote

Mob, Eazy-E, yeah, havin' some locs

Wet they block up, them boys soaked (Huh)

3500 on coat, BL, I promise you, this like a coat

Face be fried when I'm wrappin' them up

They mad, I fuck wit' 2wo2imes like soap

Bad vocals, I load up this preset

You walk around flexin' kays, know I need that (Huh)

Nigga got robbed, I ain't see that (Yeah)

Stopped doin' drugs when I relapsed

Run up on this, face shot, ain't no knee cap

Cussin' too much, man, they might wanna bleep that

Thirty grams, Dracos, and drugs in my backpack

Yeah I'm a cougar, I'm on that, yeah

Bet you never seen a nigga run a four flat

Stick like a snare, hit like a hi-hat

Popped him in the arm, all he wanted was a dap

I'm not no regular rapper, that's facts

Come to your block and then fuck up your stats

12 hit the door, put that bitch under mats

He tried to cap on lil' Glokk, he won't last

I don't want problems, just give me that stash (Huh, brrt)

Higher than Earth, I'm going to the moon

Drop the bombs on them, that shit go kaboom

30 that fire, that bitch sparkin' off fumes

Thot, slut, bitch, she gettin' kicked out the room

Thug Life, but I had to break out cocoon

Bitch ass nigga, I caught you, doomed

Vamp Life, mob shit, know I got pull