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caskey - thought u lost it lyrics

[intro]
yeah, 2016, no more games with these f-ck boys
cash money mo’f-ckin’ records, b-tch
yeah, yeah, smoke one
it happened in 1947

[verse 1]
the bigger the test, the bigger the conquest
the bigger the check, the bigger the complex
this morning, i woke up to some bomb s-x
from a freak b-tch that i met at the front desk
taking off like my brother, offset
’cause i got the diamonds bird gave me, they offset
somebody gotta point me out a rapper who ain’t taken a loss yet
(point ’em out) i turn his downtime into cross-fit
2-thousand-16, i’m on boss sh-t
even when i served, i was never on no “takin’ no loss” sh-t
you ain’t got a pistol, don’t floss sh-t
my homies, they a different type of artist, they draw sh-t
have you feeling sketched out, playing sh-t safe the best route
these the games you wanna be left out
sometimes i get on percocet when i’m stressed out
other times i get some head with her chest out
how many hoes i f-cked that i can’t announce?
’cause she got a man, try me, i make the cannon bounce, yeah
that’s black and white, san antonio spurs
if you ain’t ’bout action then you only your words
if you ain’t actively manifesting your destiny, it only occurs
if it don’t hook you in, it’s only a verse
if you been talking like you gon’ do something to me, show me your worst
i ain’t scared of nothing, i’m shooting first, yeah!

[verse 2]
pull up whipping at the spot, sitting low, it’s the 4-pop
something fishy ’bout ya like you work at the pole shop
all of y’all dramatic like you act on the soap-op
probably ’cause my sh-t is popping off and you so not
don’t wanna be like jay, politicin’ with politician
rather be on shrooms at the beach, writing composition
i put in the effort, there ain’t gonna be compet-tion
this a psa to every rapper, your clock is tickin’, got a vision
got a mission, gotta let it known that i’m not permittin’
anybody stopping my shine, got a pot to p-ss in
but that ain’t finna stop me from sh-ttin’ on ’em, yeah
that ain’t finna stop the sauce from drippin’ on ’em
they sending shots ’bout the lyrical context
when i don’t talk about the spiritual concepts
but sometimes gotta increase the fanbase
i know a snake when he can’t do the handshake
put the lawnmower to landscape
start to paint a picture so vivid you can’t erase, handle plates
our country f-cked if i’m -ssessing the candidates
if donald trump win, may be a man of sp-ce
i’d still be smoking on moon rocks
high like the days i had dime bags stuffed in the tube socks
i got a mouth like that jit on the boondocks
i’m tryin’ to stack six figures in shoe box

[hook]
godd-mn!
thought you might’ve lost it
heard you just hit up avianne with the watch
and you told ’em boy to frost it
godd-mn!
thought you might’ve lost it
heard some of the sh-t that you dropped last year
and you sounded so exhausted
godd-mn! (whew, still got it)
thought you might’ve lost it
heard you just bought the whole team new brights
and you had ’em all frosted
godd-mn! still got it (gahdd-mn!)
thought you might’ve lost it (god d-mn, you still got it)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
life’s a b-tch and i’m bill cosby
counting more money, i’m in the lobby
we got the hoes and got the oil, abu dhabi
stunting ain’t only a habit, that sh-t a hobby, you got me?
p-ssy better never try me, i’m with the yg
someone asked him, “where is the chopper?” he said, “beside me”
someone asked me where are my problems, i said, “behind me”
same place i left all my haters, they tryin’ to blind me
my b-tches wily, they on a trance out they body
on the molly, going fast, no ducati
jump out bugatti, got that sh-t they tryin’ to copy
it never stop me, told my b-tch to get the posse
’bout to do a f-cking naked tour, i feel like miley
have these b-tches looking at my d-ck and getting smiley
i’m tryin’ to dip and tryin’ to disappear, they tryin’ to find me
so i don’t need a critic to remind me that i still got it, b-tch

[outro: peter jennings]
my god. there’s been an explosion
one minute 15 seconds, velocity 2,900 feet per second. alt-tude 9 nautical miles, down range distance 7 nautical miles
this is not standard, this is not something that is planned…

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