[Intro: Edot Babyy & Ruth B.]
There was a time when I was alone
Nowhere to go and no place to call home (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
There was a time when I was alone (5ive music)
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
It's Edot, baby (Grrah)

[Chorus]
There was a time, like (There was a time)
I'd get in my feelings and start writin' rhymes
Go dumb wit' a deuce or a .9
Everyday, I just think back and wanna rewind
Like, free all the bros doin' time (Free all the bros)
He ain't uppin', he ain't one of mine (At all)
I'm too tact', bitch, I'm one of a kind (Grrah-grrah)
Think he slimey, we gon' do 'em slime (Baow-baow)
Lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
For him, I'ma make it, stay puttin' in work (R.I.P Bro)
All the opps in that V done reversed
I throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Like, my bitch bad, yeah, she gangster
She act bad, wit' the dick, rearrange her
To the bag, I never been a stranger
Fuck all the cops, tell the judge, "Free Banga"

[Verse]
From the heart, miss that pain
They ain't wit' you, just stay 'cause ya name ('Cause ya name)
Since like 12, I was puttin' in pain (Puttin' in pain)
I lost bro, n***as dead, let it rain (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Let it rain, it's gon' pour (Dead)
Dead bodies, I see on the floor (Grrah-grrah)
They took bro and I declared a war
They know we wit' it, stay uppin' the score (Uppin' the score)
Can't lack, stay dangerous
Pray to God every night that I make it (Night that I make it)
Free Rundown, boy, ain't give a statement (At all)
After that sitchy, a n***a turned famous (That n***a turned famous)
Wit' the knocker, I don't got no patience (No patience)
He got guns in his pictures, I framed 'em (I framed 'em)
Do they love me? Do they hate me? (What?)
I got n***as that's tryna erase me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
[Chorus]
There was a time, like (There was a time)
I'd get in my feelings and start writin' rhymes
Go dumb wit' a deuce or a .9
Everyday, I just think back and wanna rewind
Like, free all the bros doin' time (Free all the bros)
He ain't uppin', he ain't one of mine (At all)
I'm too tact', bitch, I'm one of a kind (Grrah-grrah)
Think he slimey, we gon' do 'em slime (Baow-baow)
Lost my dog, yeah, it hurt
For him, I'ma make it, stay puttin' in work (R.I.P Bro)
All the opps in that V done reversed
I throw a shot, put the knock in her purse (Rrah-rrah-rrah)
Like, my bitch bad, yeah, she gangster
She act bad, wit' the dick, rearrange her
To the bag, I never been a stranger
Fuck all the cops, tell the judge, "Free Banga"

[Outro: Edot Babyy & Ruth B.]
I am a Lost Boy, from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
I am a Lost Boy (Free all the bros), from Neverland (At all)
Usually hanging out with (Grrah-grrah), Peter Pan (Baow-baow)
Away from all of reality
Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me
And there was—, there was—