Lost Boys

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If I, if I, dream [Pre-Hook: Trinidad James] (x2) I said if I was a cop, man, I’d probably be a crooked one And when I was a youngin’ always did shit that I shouldn’t have done Like running in these streets, running in these freaks Mama always told me I was born to be a G [Hook: Trinidad James] Lost boys out in this lonely world Lost boys out in this lonely world All we know is drugs and girls All we know is drugs and girls [Verse 1: Trinidad James] This ain't no cowboy shit, man, this that Alpo shit, fam An ATL nigga that never fell for shit, man I always had to grind, story of my life Scrubbing for the shot, I think I lived my life twice It’s Casanova smooth, James classic, bitches with me Niggas straight up out the blue flame Hot bitches, Liu Kang New to the port, nigga, call me butane I’m so damn Hussein Niggas get to ask me a muthafuckin’ question A muthafuckin’ question I went from having nothing to my niggas copping sections To rocking six gold rings Then I had to go cop six more grains Shit done change, man, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe Put it in the main frame, my momma is my main thing Took reality and put it in a mainframe bitch [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Praise Elijah, welcome your messiah Walk inside a room, the bitches offer up vagina I’m eating Jambalaya off a thousand dollar China Find a hoe’s not a ho and strippers, but they ride the pole Mister Muddy sipper, that mixture is an elixir A list of A-list celebrities sending me naked pictures The higher I get the more money I make I had a threesome with that ho, now she fucking with Drake Damn, bitches sniffing xannies, yeah, they taking them bars Lucky she got a father who can pay for her car I’m faded, but don’t worry, been this way from the start Just shot a video, killed another radio star Don’t make the mistake of thinking I wasn’t living fast (Sample) That’s Little Richard cash It’s Baghdad in the booth, yeah, I’m bombing it Rocks, James, and Miller that’s the conglomerate [Pre-Hook] + [Hook] [Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks] I don’t slack, I don’t simp I don’t sleep, I don’t slump, I don’t lack, I don’t loaf, nigga I don’t brag, I don’t boast I don’t pull out the Cris if we ain’t popping that toast, nigga She had dreams she was fucking with a phone boy It cost seven iPhones for the clothes, boy I went from the toy store into Tolstoys Bitch it’s Banco, dick fat like cankles, huh Running through the check, bro, check 1, check 2, check 3 A nigga wanna check me his ass better check again Hustle, tryna touch a Benz, deuces of the activist, sprite mud wrestling And I’m on the border with the Mexican I’m about to cop the Aston if he let’s them in That’s my guala, that’s my partner, we the best of friends Nigga you know the code, you will never get a text again Goofy, face ass, jacuzzi with your main splash Polo motorcycle with the Gucci on the break pads Choppin’, pussy, possum better play dead Learn the game from the old heads (back up) [Pre-Hook] + [Hook]