Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost Battles, artist - Outerspace. Album song God's Fury, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outerspace
Song language: English
Lost Battles |
| The object of the game dawg gotta make money |
| Take money even if you gotta take the plate from me |
| If they on the run eating fuck it, take the steak from 'em |
| If it’s red, who care, man I love and hate money |
| On the real tho can’t let the love escape from me |
| Cuz the hate make a nigga wanna shake and break something |
| Trying to put my three kids in a life of luxury |
| So I gotta hustle hard to even live comfortably |
| Who the fuck said life will be like this |
| I can’t blow, man I’m rhyming ova beats like this |
| Rock a hundred dolla trees and a fresh new hat |
| My kids all got LeBron’s and my wifey stacked |
| So I don’t even know why I sit and complain |
| I got two '06's, my tax is insane |
| But the money make the world go round my nigga |
| By myself broke down, tore down off liquor |
| (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch *sample* 2x |
| I’ve lost my battle before it starts |
| My first breath wasn’t done |
| My spirit’s sunken deep into the ground |
| Ayo, it’s the American dream, the root of evil |
| That got me going bug, man I’m losing people |
| Wake up midnight, start pacing hallways |
| Got my mind on my money and it’s funny it’s all day |
| I need big whips, big chains and all that |
| Hundred acres and a mattress for a dormant |
| I’m always making moves, I can’t fall back |
| Each dolla that I lose, I’m like respond-react |
| I make a few stacks; |
| I put it all on Black |
| Cuz it ain’t neva enough and that’s actual fact |
| At the bar wit my niggas, all shots on me |
| And then I’m broke the next day, how I’m gon' eat? |
| So I work like a slave just to make ends meet |
| Infinite pursuit of cash it’ll make friends beef |
| And I’m sick of feeling like I’m down and out |
| So I’ma kick the ceilings and start whylin out |
| (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch *sample* 2x |
| Yo, ayo I gotta eat good, so a nigga got three gigs |
| I rhyme, work part-time, and I teach kids |
| Keep my pockets like I keep fridge — full |
| Gotta get that fresh fitted and them sneaks crisp |
| Not to mention all the haze that I blow |
| Had to pay my landlord wit the doe I made from the show |
| Whateva there’s left, yeah I’m spend on self |
| Cuz looking bad means feeling bad, that ain’t good for your health |
| Gotta keep up appearances |
| We Brody samples and put out records without eva getting clearances |
| Press up some shirts, sell 'em on the websites |
| Do whateva we gotta do to get that bread right |
| It cost to live and I’m the cost |
| So if I want it and I got it, I ain’t checking the cost |
| But I could be doing good wit my doe and that’s real |
| Cuz these Jordan’s on my feet coulda paid my gas bill |
| (Chorus) Hansi Kürsch *sample* 2x |