Lost & Found (from "New York Times" mixtape)

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

I'm holding up the city
Rolling up a fifty
The number one option for hoes that want a willy
I ball like a boss so the soldiers want to kill me
But I'm holdin on the milly
Jacob frozen nigga silly
Wide Maserati Giovanni or Pirelli
Po 9 want to wire me but I'm Gotti on the celly
Like Daddy with the rings Mr. T with the ropes
Carrying them things
Catch me in a coma
Before you find bitch in me you'll find a diploma
And I ain't make it far
Side tracked by the corner
I lost a couple niggas here
The hood is a sauna
Its hot niggas disappear
Keep the heat on ya
Ain't no use in being scared
We bleed the same color slip and you out of here
Keeper to my brother I'm hopping in and out of wear
Ain't nobody 'gon be disrespectful this year, yeah

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

The niggas I used to looked up to, look up to me now, its funny how the game changes
And rearranges
The niggas that know me know you be the strangest
Thinking that you won't get popped cause you famous
The hard head make us all fast
And none of them rocks you got cut like diamonds cause they all glass
Its all math
Nigga take these and add 'em
I'm pushing a buck all the way to the bank cheese and at 'em
Moved a mill off the single
Then they round with the lingo
Bingo
There the thing go
Back away from the window
Its the B-A-N-K-S with the lines
A.K.A. Blue Hef vest with the nine
I've been hot since a juvie
I knew niggas would scoop me
Since Biggie made "Juicy"
And Chris Rock was "Pookie"
I'm in my lower twenties living life like a movie
In the million dollar cribs swimming pools and jacuzzis

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Death before dishonor
Marijuana
For the dead
I move like Greyhound when its time to get the bread
Its all eyes on me the L-L-O-Y-D
Heavy metal by me
In every ghetto I be
24-7, 365 high
I'll be the first one to show you 360 fly by
All drama Desy
Bright Bentley, white Bezey
I'll turn a regular bitch into an overnight celebey
My presence is heavy
Chrome guts grey Chevy
Out in New York City where most the murders seem petty
And the same ones yelling
Be at the murder scene telling
While you huffing and puffing
We ain't seen or heard nothing
These niggas is bluffing they ain't down for the scuffle
Beef is making you watch everybody die but you
So fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
On a side block in a town and face down

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Fuck around and get found round laid on the ground
Another body in the lost and found