I'm Losin' It (2F Remix) - Wadz The Funkfather

Straight out the motherf**king bay

Here we go

Sir

Gotta

Lord help me save me mama keep praying

For a young motherf**ker trying to duck an early grave

In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes

Fakes from the phonies enemies of homies

Around the corner there's another n***a waiting to jack

He don't know I got a glock 'til his a*s get shot

Like a motherf**king thug disease

Craving beats like they motherf**king *** to me hey

What's up with b*****s trying to screw me

Do me 'cause I did a movie

Throw the p***y to me but before they never knew me

Rather die then let ya play me for a buster

And with my glock

I'm a plotting a*s rotten motherf**ker huh

Don't let the movie fool ya let me school ya

Screaming thug life n***a when I do ya

I'm going crazy getting dizzy

And then I suffacate

A motherf**king breather bring me back

I'm telling ya I'm losing it

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

I'm going crazy n***as can't fade me

On the real I kill when

I step to ya f**king grill

So let me kick it let me

Flip it let me get wicked

I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets

I hang with G's flipping keys and smoking w**d

I get the cash and dash and never learn to read

So f**k a b***h f**k a h*e and I let ya know

Because they come and go like the wind blows

What am I giving how

I'm living what I'm giving up

You can take my life and I don't give a f**k

'Cause I'm the trouble most coming from the west coast

Where the n***as is banging 'til the overdose

Killers and murderers psychos and lunatics

Nobody knows what makes my mind click

Is it the demons screaming inside of me

Hell no it's just the thug life mentallity

I'm going crazy s**t don't phase me

I'm living like a thug 'til six n***as carry me

Death is on the trigga so pull it

I can't take it no more n***a I'm losing it

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

S**t was talking to me my gat screamed fire

The bullet told me shoot that motherf**ker he's a lier

I talked to me 3-80 like a b***h on a stroll

When n***as try to dick me outta lot of that a hope

N***a I can't get f**ked in this game I'm a psychopath

My AK told me to shove him up some n***as a*s

I'm having long conversations with Mr Millometer

He's one of my best friends b***h a*s n***a eater

And miss mossburg love it in the back trunk

You know that old school b***h she like to get it funked

And spitting motherf**kers by the seems

My grand daddy Mr AR-15

By the evil motherf**ker

Talked me into taking over

A d**e turf and shooting cluckers

Said he was my only family

Shoot straight and please don't jam me

Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking

Told me to shut the f**k

Up and let him do the talking

I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang

I'm going nuts man

S**t was talking to me

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind

Losing my mind