Robert Baker - Why I Lose It lyrics

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Robert Baker - Why I Lose It lyrics

[Verse: Yazoo] While you running for your life ho I'm what Demerol did to Michael; Medicated F-5 flow leave ya hometown devastated Leave no survivors E rode impalas We drove the drivers Weed sold to scholars See rose in concrete He grow in lava He grow from toddler He fold them dollars Read all about him Leave whole rooms noddin' We don't need yo compliments Dancing for ya money like it's a f**ing accomplishment Omnipresent, so everytime we see em talking sh** So many Lords in my House it's like the parliament Rewind to second line said on mic Rhymed from the jump that my meds ain't right Trying to put me in asylum for the way I write 'Cause I said I might bring light like Jedi Knights It's lit… While y'all compete for which beat to ruin first You'll drown trying to catch my wave, don't get too immersed Thirst for verses mo' clutch than your woman's purse Don't mean the Holy Ghost, still catch ya boo in church Battle scars from these battle bars Jerry Jones with these deadly songs Only f** 'em if they Dallas Stars Since high school ain't put a helmet on Guess you could say, i'm raw in two ways son Million dollar motifs I'm trying to get you paid son All these book smart n***as need they page turned Everyone a song critic but ain't made one Where ya lyrics at, where ya b**hes at? Want to know which crew to shoot Bullet holes hula hoops Cloned myself 3 times built my own supergroup Bailing n***as out, you can't afford to pay the subsidy In ATL, AAPL, which means we traded publicly All the hoods f** with me, my shoulder ain't got eyes over You can die over, all them lies ya guys told ya Keep a close knit, stick like Post-its Born in the 'Sip where medicine just gets you mo' sick Every year we taking physical The only time I lose faith is when I'm spiritual Mixing chemicals, flow so f**ing criminal Was throwing daggers now got more spears than a Seminole That mean the bars longer everytime you watch me That's prolly why my 16's just turn to Fibonacci I'm flattered that a rapper is an idol that you copy But just 'cause got gloves and black eyes don't make you Rocky, b**h Guns clothes hoes, that's the starter kit The type to holler at a milf to give her daughter dick How ya swag sick if you borrowed it? All these ticks on me make my collar itch Shake em like Swift, whip em like Jif Everytime they draw Blood, leave em like Crips Come and join us n***a we run tight ship Kentucky never seen a group of n***as like this man And I'm never going back Struggling for success avoiding the repercussions Cousins buzzing for checks and they ain't even ya cousins And I'm never going back

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