Lyrics Losing My Mind - Baby Smoove

Shit I don't know who real I don't know who to trust
Niggas round this bitch loose I had to tighten up
I'm looking for a real bitch I think I'm out of luck
I hit run with that shit I had to step it up
How you here before 14 that's when the van come
You put yo all in that hoe I know you feel dumb
You probably never held a k don't make me use one

She know her nigga to soft she need a new one
Getting off on the clock I gotta cool one
I can't hang with lame niggas that gotta prove some
You corrupting for some money that ain't cool dummy
Everyday I wake up thinking about some blue hundreds
You ain't make shit today but it's a bad day
I remember being down I had to set my frames

Now it's dubs in my pocket that's just pocket change
I just pulled 9 -64's you might not know the slang
I'm really with this shit nigga check my resume
Had to dip out five a year cause they like my face
These niggas really in the way I'm just in my lane
I been out here being good please don't make me change
If I say it it's a go on yo lil chain

I gave my son 5,000 he tried to make it rain
That boy two but he ready for the blue flame
He got one but I think he need a new chain
It's a love-hate thing with them Percocet's
I feel asleep on my cup I couldn't drink the rest
Niggas want a verse from me no it's over jet
I'm going up everyday I'm taxing for a track

They know me by my first name but I'm up in sacks
You see me in those videos cause I'm really strapped
Like how he get them cookies it's from cross the map
Once I let ah bullet go it ain't coming back
Niggas pulling petty shit no I ain't into that
Put miles on a rental tryna make a check
I ain't never been a thief but I'll do the theft
This Alexander Mc Queen you ain't seen it yet

If I tell you I got you, you won't never need
Take a nigga out the game if he out his league
Certain niggas got a gun they'll never squeeze
Fell in love with the red I been drinking clean
I had gave a bitch my heart she threw it in the street
I heard dawg got the bows but his weed was weak

You spent yo last on ah bitch just to touch a cheek
I told Smokey in his bag he gotta red key
All the gang changed damn you getting gc's
Everything I drop you bond to put on repeat
Don't diss me cause that water gone get real deep
I always kept it twenty-two I know they feel me