Lost Battles (Explicit)

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 f**k 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 ni**a 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 f**k 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 ni**a

By myself broke down tore down off liquor

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

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'mma kick the ceilings and start whylin out

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

I gotta eat good so a ni**a 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

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground

I've lost my battle before it starts

My first breath wasn't done

My spirit's sunken deep into the ground