Lost.
Eric The Ruler
GENRE
V1
Gangster
You got a lean in your gait
Cause you're wounded. (Wounded)
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
For God sakes, what you doing? (Yeah)
Got a baby but you still thugging. Trapped in confusion, (Uh)
Weed leaf misusing, (Uh)
Balling like the Ewing (Uh)
Patrick. But actually
The game got you clueless. (Uh)
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it. (Whoo)
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on, Jack. (Come on, man.)
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked. (It's dangerous.)
That ain't assumptions. I got proof
It's a fact, boss.
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
V2
Lady
You got coins in your purse
But you're losing. (Uh)
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless. (Yeah)
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is? (Whoo)
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuses
(Pray for the people that's in this situation. For real, though. What if it was your daughter? Straight up.)
Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers. (Losers)
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence, (Yeah)
And now you wanna get it back. (Uh)
How do I know?
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act. (So true)
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact, luv. (Love)
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
Gangster
You got a lean in your gait
Cause you're wounded. (Wounded)
Handicapped mind frame
Wheelchair future
I ain't hating
For God sakes, what you doing? (Yeah)
Got a baby but you still thugging. Trapped in confusion, (Uh)
Weed leaf misusing, (Uh)
Balling like the Ewing (Uh)
Patrick. But actually
The game got you clueless. (Uh)
You got bills and the will
To get through it
Bagging dope and selling dope
That ain't the way to do it. (Whoo)
God got a plan for you
But you tryna dodge that
Running with these dumb cats
Come on what you on, Jack. (Come on, man.)
Hungry for the cheddar cheese
Like a rat
Running through the streets with the pack
Get you whacked. (It's dangerous.)
That ain't assumptions. I got proof
It's a fact, boss.
For the love of money round here
They get they clap on
Gs got the juice
Players got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
V2
Lady
You got coins in your purse
But you're losing. (Uh)
Handicapped mind frame
Drug addicted future
I ain't hating if that's your flavor
But you're clueless. (Yeah)
What type of man would I be if I ain't
Tell you what the truth is? (Whoo)
Body showing bruises
Beaten till you're toothless
Your pimp is being ruthless
But you're still making excuses
(Pray for the people that's in this situation. For real, though. What if it was your daughter? Straight up.)
Don't come in that door unless you got
The dough. It's foolish
Could've went to school
But now you're hanging with them losers. (Losers)
God got a plan for you
But you're running from that
You sold away your innocence, (Yeah)
And now you wanna get it back. (Uh)
How do I know?
Because you're listening to this track
It's obvious you wanna change
So, girlie drop the act. (So true)
It ain't assumptions
I got proof It's a fact, luv. (Love)
Whenever someone speak the truth around
You, you just crack up
A prostitute gone choose
A pimp who got the sauce
But they ain't got nothing solid
On which to build their house
(Lost.)
Chorus:
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
Society is twisted like a cross dressing J. Hoover
They out here lost chasing after the losers
But God is never is losing
You can come to Him. Trust me, He's moving
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