Bryson Tiller - Lost Intro lyrics
Bryson Tiller [Bryson Djuan Tiller] Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Bryson Tiller - Lost Intro lyrics]
Uh
Yessir!
I'm fucking with this
Yup
Huh
I found a pocket
Leave it to the lost boys to say I lost it
I hear it all the time, but just a little too often
I think they all blind, they don’t see me at the top wit’, the bosses
They’d rather put me with the small fishes
They spun the block and came back to some carcasses
Incarcerated, see this Presi’, beg your pardon, nigga?
Lost 'cause I ain't found my way back to the charts, nigga
I'd rather be with Mona Lisa, this is art
If you pickin' this shit apart, I'm sure you won't know where to start
This came with no instructions, so I'm making an introduction
'Cause they just know the youngin, but I been herе adult and got two kiddos
And they love it when I'm prеsent... so
Fuck you and your assessments, fuck what you impressed with
Still adapting so I put Kirby on my necklace
Learned from all my enemies, laughing at my mini me's
I wish you could see the texts that these niggas sent to me
Hov telling me I'm nice... are you kidding me?
What's-his-face still tryna put a fucking end to me
This is '24, nigga, not 2016
But he'll never say my name or it's guillotine
If he ever say my name, bitch, it's guillotine
You already did the thing, tell me why this is still a thing
I had dreams of helping niggas winning, that shit's still a dream
And my engineer the only nigga who could limit me
Big shot, I cannot flip flop with this energy
Split his wig top, we gon' use it for a centerpiece
Big game, had to put him under, now we diggin' deep
Well, fuck, let's talk about the industry
Shit is draining and shawty came to replenish me
Big flames, thank my nigga Sango for sending beats
"But when he finna sing though?" Baby, you finna see
Yeah
Yessir!
I'm fucking with this
Yup
Huh
I found a pocket
Leave it to the lost boys to say I lost it
I hear it all the time, but just a little too often
I think they all blind, they don’t see me at the top wit’, the bosses
They’d rather put me with the small fishes
They spun the block and came back to some carcasses
Incarcerated, see this Presi’, beg your pardon, nigga?
Lost 'cause I ain't found my way back to the charts, nigga
I'd rather be with Mona Lisa, this is art
If you pickin' this shit apart, I'm sure you won't know where to start
This came with no instructions, so I'm making an introduction
'Cause they just know the youngin, but I been herе adult and got two kiddos
And they love it when I'm prеsent... so
Fuck you and your assessments, fuck what you impressed with
Still adapting so I put Kirby on my necklace
Learned from all my enemies, laughing at my mini me's
I wish you could see the texts that these niggas sent to me
Hov telling me I'm nice... are you kidding me?
What's-his-face still tryna put a fucking end to me
This is '24, nigga, not 2016
But he'll never say my name or it's guillotine
If he ever say my name, bitch, it's guillotine
You already did the thing, tell me why this is still a thing
I had dreams of helping niggas winning, that shit's still a dream
And my engineer the only nigga who could limit me
Big shot, I cannot flip flop with this energy
Split his wig top, we gon' use it for a centerpiece
Big game, had to put him under, now we diggin' deep
Well, fuck, let's talk about the industry
Shit is draining and shawty came to replenish me
Big flames, thank my nigga Sango for sending beats
"But when he finna sing though?" Baby, you finna see
Yeah
