文本歌词

I'm Losin' It (2F Remix) - Wadz The Funkfather
Straight out the motherf**king bay
Here we go
Sir
Gotta
Lord help me save me mama keep praying
For a young motherf**ker trying to duck an early grave
In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes
Fakes from the phonies enemies of homies
Around the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his a*s get shot
Like a motherf**king thug disease
Craving beats like they motherf**king drugs to me hey
What's up with b*****s trying to screw me
Do me 'cause I did a movie
Throw the p***y to me but before they never knew me
Rather die then let ya play me for a buster
And with my glock
I'm a plotting a*s rotten motherf**ker huh
Don't let the movie fool ya let me school ya
Screaming thug life n***a when I do ya
I'm going crazy getting dizzy
And then I suffacate
A motherf**king breather bring me back
I'm telling ya I'm losing it
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
I'm going crazy n***as can't fade me
On the real I kill when
I step to ya f**king grill
So let me kick it let me
Flip it let me get wicked
I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking w**d
I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
So f**k a b***h f**k a h*e and I let ya know
Because they come and go like the wind blows
What am I giving how
I'm living what I'm giving up
You can take my life and I don't give a f**k
'Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast
Where the n***as is banging 'til the overdose
Killers and murderers psychos and lunatics
Nobody knows what makes my mind click
Is it the demons screaming inside of me
Hell no it's just the thug life mentallity
I'm going crazy s**t don't phase me
I'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me
Death is on the trigga so pull it
I can't take it no more n***a I'm losing it
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
S**t was talking to me my gat screamed fire
The bullet told me shoot that motherf**ker he's a lier
I talked to me 3-80 like a b***h on a stroll
When n***as try to dick me outta lot of that a hope
N***a I can't get f**ked in this game I'm a psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some n***as a*s
I'm having long conversations with Mr Millometer
He's one of my best friends b***h a*s n***a eater
And miss mossburg love it in the back trunk
You know that old school b***h she like to get it funked
And spitting motherf**kers by the seems
My grand daddy Mr AR-15
By the evil motherf**ker
Talked me into taking over
A d**e turf and shooting cluckers
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight and please don't jam me
Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
Told me to shut the f**k
Up and let him do the talking
I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
I'm going nuts man
S**t was talking to me
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind
Losing my mind