Lost One II

Yeah, yo
Aye man, I still can't hear shit in my headphones
Alright, there ya go
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

You feel the music intense when I'm gettin' loose with the pen
Potential blew up so big that I feel the roof comin' in
Producing tunes that are fluent, you know it grew on you then
This fuckin' flow was so dope that I had to do it again
I'm goin' stupid again, ludicrous, oh what a mess
Threw in my two cents and suddenly you would view what I said
The undisputed villain is proven he's due for this shit
I make a wish that I never lose and then poof, I win

Am I outta time?
Still close people turn to lost ones and it ain't no lie
I just feel like I'm a lost one again and I'm wastin' time
Searchin' for something I still have yet to
Ever find
'Cause it's in my mind
Am I outta time?

I just back and relax, smokin' the reefa
Holdin' a piece of paper and writin' and I flow to the beat
As I hear it go through the speakers
My shit is colder than when it's twenty below and it's freezin'
Fuck your hellos, I don't greet ya
There was once this cold-hearted teacher from Holy Redeemer
That told me I wouldn't succeed and I was prone to believe her
Until I rose to my feet and became the dopest emcee that I know I can be
'Cause I always was an overachiever
I keep the flow automatic, that's exactly what happens when you practice rapping
You inhabit that passion to be the baddest
People laugh and say that rap isn't hard to adapt
Of course any faggot can grab the mic and just act like they rapping
But that is not a fraction or half of what rap is
Hip Hop is havin' that satisfaction to actually master your craft
And have it so classic that half of these dumbasses scratchin' their heads
Be askin' what actually happened, that is the rap I imagine
Y'all just target my name and thinkin' it's causin' me pain
Nah man it ain't, I ain't stoppin', look how far that I came
Man, I be part of this game, should be applaudin' me, wait
It's crazy to think I'm in the game that had the Nas and the greats
I feel I'm talkin' insane, often degranged
Nauseous enough, I might probably faint, can you please offer a cain?
Fuck all the drama and fame, bitch, I be off of the chain, walkin' in rain
'Til my feet are soaked in water and drained

Am I outta time?
Still close people turn to lost ones and it ain't no lie
I just feel like I'm a lost one again and I'm wastin' time
Searchin' for something I still have yet to
Ever find
'Cause it's in my mind
Am I outta time?

Yeah, feel like I'm dyin' within
I have been in so much drama, I'm relyin' on friends to give me time to admins
I won't retire my pen, I oughta be dead with holes in me like I be tied to a fence
That's why I'm writin' this shit
Dead or alive, my pen will survive
Mentally wise, my music and you never collide
Said my goodbyes, I tried, but I never would find
That letter sign that told me I should never resign back inside the game
You fuck with fame, I fuck with the rates of every sell that I make
I'm bustin' my A to my double S everyday
Facin' the pain, there's a chance that I basically may never make it
I hate to complain but I just gotta say it
But maybe one day I'll finally break in
And you can say you fuckin' with me way back when I was nameless
This famous is amazing but it ain't the reason that I came in this game
But I gotta say am I

Outta time?
Still close people turn to lost ones and it ain't no lie
I just feel like I'm a lost one again and I'm wastin' time
Searchin' for something I still have yet to
Ever find
'Cause it's in my mind
Am I outta time?