[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
I did lost a lotta sh** man
I dun lost partners, b**hes, money
But I ain't never lost my mind though
You feel me?
[Hook: Rich Homie Quan]
I dun lost a couple partners
When I thought sh** couldn't go wrong (but it did)
Can I get a witness
Cause everybody got problem, yeah
And you don't know where to go You'll be lost
Alot of these b**hes weak minded
But you gotta learn how to be strong
And when it feels like you lost everything
Ay gotta hold on, you
You gotta you gotta hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Started losing my mind, who am I to trust
Started abusing the grind and now a n***a up
Telling b**hes I know it ain't mine I ain't even f**
But I admit I got s**... real good
On the hood, on my homies in the hood they hungry
And I'm good, I don't want it
She belong to the homie
And I'm riding in a car that ain't out yet, boy I'm hitting gas
And yeah, my dick where her mouth at, boy you know
For the homie then smash
Got cash and everybody still got problems
But what the f** am I supposed to do, they mad
I'm popping percocets to keep cautious
Too many percs I mean nauseous, ain't' tryin to see a hearse or no coffin
Problem, I got a problem, and I call that bit my chopper
All them, yeah all them I shoot this sh** at all them
And I do this sh** for all of them
n***a locked up, n***a dead and gone
Drinking a forty at the grave yard
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Got a grip on life when I got out of jail, Got right
I was breaking into houses, I didn't touch no scale no white
But I been in them houses, been around that sh** all my life
God make no mistake if I had a chance wouldn't do it twice
Stay down here come over night
Spray rounds ain't tryin to fight
Stay [?], got a n***a right
That's possible baby, no lie
As with myself I keep going hard, but I don't know why
You don't know my b**h yeah she foreign
Got her from hawaii, overseas
I walk in by myself just one of y'all n***as try me (do something)
I pulled up like a hearse with a hundred cars behind me
Siamese twin what I call matchin' Forties
Find me and the big body ben [?] no more scotty
Tell my partner no more ridin'
'Cause I heard them people watchin
My florida ho call me papi
We in Florida so many options
n***a bite me, I know they teeth hurt
I'm tired of all these rest in peace shirts
[Hook]