Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost with Guns, artist - Tyrese.
Date of issue: 04.11.2021
Song language: English
Lost with Guns |
Black Ty and Nicole Wray got something to say man |
Lets go |
It ain’t worth it man just put that shit down |
I know you wanna hold me down but it ain’t that serious man |
Let me talk to you for a minute |
Listen |
I applaud you for being the breadwinner of the family |
I applaud you for beating on niggas who couldn’t stand me |
I applaud you for being who you be to the block |
But i dont care too much for niggas holdin' the Glock |
Broke be the reason that you wearing them shoes |
Broke be the reason you say fuck the rules |
Broke be the reason that you get that urge |
Broke be the reason that you flippin them birds |
Manhood be the reason the reason that you carry the Glock |
Manhood be the reason that you rob the spot |
Manhood be the reason I keep stealing these cars |
Manhood be the reason I’m behind these bars |
I talk to God all the time but he never talk back |
So I’m forced to communicate with these guns and crack |
I refuse to crack even though I’m at a all time low |
Lemme drink a 5th of courage and rob a store |
But what’s in store for a nigga with a quick come-up |
Thats why you gotta put the guns up |
State of mind got you running wild |
I see you lost your confidence in your one-two punch |
Thats why you running around lost with guns (Sing to 'em) |
You’re just lost with guns (You're just lost) |
Now if the shoe fits, wear it dont take it off yet |
And i ain’t made it through the song yet |
A couple blunts will make it go away temporarily |
Soon as it fades away i drink a fifth of Hennessy |
I think its fucked up that reality has got the best of me |
I’m praying i dont have to wake up (?) |
My homies ain’t there my mom ain’t there my pops ain’t there |
Because nobody cares |
They quick to blame a nigga for all the guns and violence |
But ain’t no one around to give a nigga some guidance |
Throughout childhood they told me i needed to make money |
But as i grew up they didn’t teach me to keep money |
So i made a little money and i lost a little bread |
Might pay for some pussy might pay for some head |
I keep a bag of lyrical carrots to help you niggas see straight |
Hopefully the words of the song can get you out your old ways |
If not i feel bad for you |
Yeah im talkin to you i feel bad for you |
Listen you be you because you can’t be me |
Im done rolling 30 deep they tryna Mc Hammer me |
Im an MC born into the heat of the streets |
And ill be damned if i let a motherfucker hammer me |
Tattoed be the city of Watts on my left wrist |
I know a few niggas who’ll watch when i slice that wrist |
They tell me life’s a bitch and supposedly you die and go to heaven |
I was ordained to be an mc code 211 |
I saw my first MAC-11 at 11 |
A basehead was beggin for my triple o kevin |
I see my nextel chirp got the federralli’s listenin' |
I keep my head cocked by my cock be the position |
Man I’m living in fear Mama told me bullets got no names |
Because of bullets no more Biggie, Pac, and Jam Master Jay |
I know you think you bout as hard as they come |
If i was you i would run because we running around lost with guns |
Maybe someday you’ll sit back and laugh and talk about the change |
How you ain’t the same |
Gotta live with regrets but for now hood niggas |
Come up out the game all our victims are slain |
Dont you be lost with gunz (x5) |