DJ Hoppa, Marlon Craft, Demrick - Lost Souls lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Hoppa, Marlon Craft, Demrick - Lost Souls lyrics]
This that God flow i’m gettin on my Pablo
Got that fire convo turn these John Doe
You need that birdbox blindfold to
Find where my mind go
I’m here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know? Life’s about survival
My bars worshipped like the
Verses in the Bible independent bitch
This industry can suck and swallow
Always festival-ready you know we
Tough to follow
Live life, tomorrow don’t exist
See I was just with
Reaper scratch em off the list
Feast or famine, I want salmon on my dish
Growin up fucked up there wasn’t
Nothin in the fridge
Can’t trust your relatives jеalous
As these fellas is
Cousin tеllin, uncle sellin
He done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid
I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger
Than he ever did and I did
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Homie if realness was our currency
Then I’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper would
Work HR for my payroll
And I still don’t know if I’d have
Enough wealth to save the day though
Cause it seem like everyone that they
Be diggin is a A-hole
But shit, think they might want try me?
If I apply force I’m gon break you
Word to Zion's
Nikes they ask me how I make a livin
I defy unlikely and stay flirtin with
Disaster when she tryin be wifey
I walked in empty shoes jus to find my soul
To where this pain that I’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iPhone
Batteries don’t keep that same energy
This game’ll try to shit on you
But I live three years ahead in my head
So in my mind I’ve already flexed
On you and forgiven you check my location
I’m droppin pins at the pinnacle
I ain’t boastful, I’m literal craft
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the right side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Got that fire convo turn these John Doe
You need that birdbox blindfold to
Find where my mind go
I’m here to leave a mark like vitiligo
But what do I know? Life’s about survival
My bars worshipped like the
Verses in the Bible independent bitch
This industry can suck and swallow
Always festival-ready you know we
Tough to follow
Live life, tomorrow don’t exist
See I was just with
Reaper scratch em off the list
Feast or famine, I want salmon on my dish
Growin up fucked up there wasn’t
Nothin in the fridge
Can’t trust your relatives jеalous
As these fellas is
Cousin tеllin, uncle sellin
He done caught a felon bid
He told me Demrick grow up be a better kid
I told him I’m gon blow up be bigger
Than he ever did and I did
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Homie if realness was our currency
Then I’d be Jeff Bezos
And your favorite famous rapper would
Work HR for my payroll
And I still don’t know if I’d have
Enough wealth to save the day though
Cause it seem like everyone that they
Be diggin is a A-hole
But shit, think they might want try me?
If I apply force I’m gon break you
Word to Zion's
Nikes they ask me how I make a livin
I defy unlikely and stay flirtin with
Disaster when she tryin be wifey
I walked in empty shoes jus to find my soul
To where this pain that I’ve befriended be
Just to find that rappers is all like iPhone
Batteries don’t keep that same energy
This game’ll try to shit on you
But I live three years ahead in my head
So in my mind I’ve already flexed
On you and forgiven you check my location
I’m droppin pins at the pinnacle
I ain’t boastful, I’m literal craft
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the right side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow
Pockets empty, tryin get those bankrolls
Heart turned cold, baby we the lost souls
Raised on the bright side of the dark roads
Live for today, pray for tomorrow