Call your script "Lost" cuz’ I can’t follow it,
Your b*tch love me cuz’ she will get-all up on it. . .
Call my lines weak, I haven’t dropped em’ yet. . . you wanna take a sneek peek,
You write yours all late. . .I think of em’ in a day, all with sway, persuade. . .
I have my game on like Lebron, and Dwayne Wade. . .Double L. . .
Living Large. . .The b*tches thinkin’ that Im becomin’ a star. . .
At the bar. . . Rollin’ hard. . . Haters lookin’ like never seen me befa’re*
You and your posse rockin’ fake chains, I got the diamonds, carved with my motherf*ckin’ name. . .

If I died today remember like Jonh F. Kennedy. . A n*qqa with power, fame and the popularity. . .
Like John, Im not a star. . . Somebody lied. . . Don’t care how jealous you are, Ill make ya’ wish you died. .

Befa're- Before