Meyhem Lauren
Lost Souls
[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren]
Lost souls run in my city and look for homes
Real G's stuff pockets with cheese like calzones
Switch phone, stay alert, I've been fucking with work
I know a lot of n***as wanna see blood on my shirt
Been berzerk, quit the swerve, n***as front, they get hurt
Still a double steamer scheemer, got them 2 guns tucked
I turn the fucking flame up and mimic
Wolfgang Puck. Up in the cut like coke, getting stretched
Wait outside, a n***a rest
Polly with the kid Possessed, plus I'm known for getting fresh
Fucking fronting, get you put out of production
Like Averex.. y'all n***as know my steez
Niks with different flavored checks
I keep a condom on me, that shit my life-preserver vest
Sexual chronicles, don't play night rendez-vous
Hit bitches when drunk, used to sip a lot of booze
Low and brow, imported for me, n***as like my music
Artists in this category, because you abuse it
? need to fall back, son, just admire this
My n***as move coke, more flakes than psoriasis
49th and 96, I compose the sequel
Meyhem Lauren, greater than, we not equal
Never play chess without your poker face
N***as is see-through
Bishops use pawns, but me, I'm like GQ
Extra-lethal, moving sour diesel by the bundles
Getting by, looking fly, but sometimes
I still struggle..
Keeping combinator pockets all day
Y'all the bubble, greenbacks to key lloyd
Keep a n***a P-noid
Police dunn destroyed a couple lives in my circle
So I stopped selling coke, but I still fuck
With the purple.. the finest ganja cover my flesh
Gotta confess, most of these
Up-and-coming rappers sound wack: I'm the best
Official to the day of my death
A fresh drift is in my body
Tryna inhale, real shit, respect n***a