At Lost

Sometimes u gotta admit defeat
U might win one battle but theres another down ur street
call in the heavy altillery the fleet
The sickest lyricist and the sickest beat
I gotta lose some to win some
And if i get one ill ask for ransom
Ill sneak pass *****s like a phantom
And i pick of the list whose next its random
But i give respect to them real MC's
Grammy material or emmys
Im hopin my enemies are friendly
Hope they know im sick mentally
I hope i leave em breathless they lungs deflate
And they suffocate
But really its just me havin fun
Shout out to the one name is smoothtung
Shout out the nostik whose rhymes are sick
They can all spit
Oh and also to molotova
They in the game with no controlla

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