Lost Files (feat. Eminem)

This just in, this nigga black back rapping

That mean the payroll is ready, you know that cognac is happy

I pray my liver make it, don’t read your contracts petty

Just read the mission statement, my niggas bout that fetti

And I was hustling backwards, taking picture with actors

And a disguise ain’t what you fear, but what you fear is a factor

These niggas scared of bizzy, cause I get busy for practice

But disregard the shit, ain’t tryna answer your questions

I cross em over quick, I’m iverson with the rock

If I see jordan at the top of the key, nigga it’s bap bap

Then it’s lights out, this is my house

Fuck y’all, nigga I ball

My bench going through withdrawals, do it with y’all or without y’all

And I rep home at away games, then come home and eat rogaine

I’m too young to be stressed out (he too young to be stressed out)

Coroner, pick him up, he ain’t have it, on deck

Cobain, va, real nigga, up next

Get it

Flow on 100 thou

Fuck your fashion, all my youngins know which gun in style

Suckers got me fucked up, and I body bought the bitch

And I ain’t talking house arrest when I say my niggas semi out

No bench sitting, just niggas working

No penny pinching, just plenty purchase

Phones, hatian boy don’t leave em alone

When I’m a nature boy, I blow on grass and be a stone

Legendary folarin, bitch I’m butter with orders shit

Niggas cooking, I’m frying by insurmountable margin

When you come to my town, put you right where you want to be

Got variety, brims like home appliance apartment

I’m providing the ignorance with a side of some conscious

Imma stick with a small one, but imma slide with a bopper

Got a chick from the hood, got a chick that’s in college

I just put them lips together like I’m tired of talk