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yazoo (rapper) – why i lose it lyrics

[verse: yazoo]
while you running for your life ho
i’m what demerol did to michael;
medicated
f-5 flow leave ya hometown devastated
leave no survivors
e rode impalas
we drove the drivers
weed sold to scholars
see rose in concrete
he grow in lava
he grow from toddler
he fold them dollars
read all about him
leave whole rooms noddin’
we don’t need yo compliments
dancing for ya money like it’s a f-cking accomplishment
omnipresent, so everytime we see em talking sh-t
so many lords in my house it’s like the parliament
rewind to second line said on mic
rhymed from the jump that my meds ain’t right
trying to put me in asylum for the way i write
’cause i said i might bring light like jedi knights

it’s lit…
while y’all compete for which beat to ruin first
you’ll drown trying to catch my wave, don’t get too immersed
thirst for verses mo’ clutch than your woman’s purse
don’t mean the holy ghost, still catch ya boo in church
battle scars from these battle bars
jerry jones with these deadly songs
only f-ck ’em if they dallas stars
since high school ain’t put a helmet on
guess you could say, i’m raw in two ways son
million dollar motifs i’m trying to get you paid son
all these book smart n-gg-s need they page turned
everyone a song critic but ain’t made one
where ya lyrics at, where ya b-tches at?
want to know which crew to shoot
bullet holes hula hoops
cloned myself 3 times built my own supergroup
bailing n-gg-s out, you can’t afford to pay the subsidy
in atl, aapl, which means we traded publicly
all the hoods f-ck with me, my shoulder ain’t got eyes over
you can die over, all them lies ya guys told ya
keep a close knit, stick like post-its
born in the ‘sip where medicine just gets you mo’ sick
every year we taking physical
the only time i lose faith is when i’m spiritual
mixing chemicals, flow so f-cking criminal
was throwing daggers now got more spears than a seminole
that mean the bars longer everytime you watch me
that’s prolly why my 16’s just turn to fibonacci
i’m flattered that a rapper is an idol that you copy
but just ’cause got gloves and black eyes don’t make you rocky, b-tch
guns clothes hoes, that’s the starter kit
the type to holler at a milf to give her daughter d-ck
how ya swag sick if you borrowed it?
all these ticks on me make my collar itch
shake em like swift, whip em like jif
everytime they draw blood, leave em like crips
come and join us n-gg- we run tight ship
kentucky never seen a group of n-gg-s like this man

and i’m never going back

struggling for success avoiding the repercussions
cousins buzzing for checks and they ain’t even ya cousins

and i’m never going back

- yazoo rapper lyrics

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