Lyrics Lose Myself - Elizée

When I started rapping, I couldn't wait to drop
Honestly thought and believed I would pop
Obviously childish, naive
I was shocked to find out, that my talent wouldn't get me on top
I'm not 5-0 but still I'm tryna Cop-
My momma a crib till then, I'll never stop
Old friends they tripping, turned into an opp
Niggas quick with they triggers they don't like to talk
Old heads complaining 'bout how we went pop
When young niggas obtaining and counting they guap
Gun on my hip better make niggas hop
I gotta win or I'll also get shot
I am the king, I'm as chilled that's my spot
That's how they want us to think
So we flop on finessing the system and harvest then
Crop then reflecting on feelings my conscious is [?]
Me and my niggas are constantly plotting
'Bout how we gon' get all the things that we wanted
If I get killed I will not be forgotten
Don't come to my city, I swear it's like Gotham
I'm tryna do more than mass up some comments
I do not spit on the beat, man I vomit
I'm [?] and they know it
But here is the problem the way this
Thing is set up they left me no options

No other guys
We on the rise
Look at my eyes
No I decide
That's what it is
They telling lies
Drown in the drip like she getting baptize
I had to try, aim for the skies
Land on the moon
Nigga I might, stay on the skies
Oh damn all despise
[?] man that's all, I had to cut ties

I don't wanna waste no time
If they switch up when I arrive
Lose myself, oh yeah I might
Yeah I might (I might just lose myself)

(Yeah)
Nigga I spit like O-Mario
I'm blowing the motor
I hold my breath in this game till it's over
I been possessed and I keep my composure
You getting chop and [?] in the ocean
Talking Pacific, to be specific
Don't try to test me, I was raised like a soldier
I got the weight of the world on my shoulder
It's why [?] like I'm grown up (yeah)
I got brand new rules
I don't understand you fools
Acting like I can't do cruel
I just hold it down on purpose
Make you feel wack with no cusses
Paying top dollar it's worth it
I'ma die trying like curtis
It's crazy behind all these curtains (yeah)
Liquor store next to the churches (yeah)
Young nigga souls getting purchased (yeah)
Wanna get rich cause it's urgent (yeah)
Nobody clean like detergent
Don't hit the nail why you [?]
Your face gon' be hidden in the surface
Swerving next month getting service
Yeah, Yeah

I'm with the guys
We on the rise
Look at my eyes
No I decide
That's what it is
They telling lies
Drown in the drip like she getting baptize
I had to try, aim for the skies
Land on the moon
Nigga I might, stay on the skies
Oh damn all despise
[?] man that's all, I had to cut ties

I don't wanna waste no time
If they switch up when I arrive
Lose myself, oh yeah I might
Yeah I might (I might just lose myself)