Lost Intro (Sango’s Version)

Uh

Yes, sir

I'm fuckin' with this

Yup, huh

I found a pocket

Leave it to the lost boys to say I lost it

I hear it all the time, it's just a little too often

I think they all blind, they don't see me at the top with

The bosses, they rather put with the small fishes

I spun a block and came back to some carcasses

Incarcerated, see this presi'? Beg your pardon, nigga

Lost 'cause I ain't found my way back to the charts, nigga

I'd rather be with Mona Lisa, this is art

If you pickin' this shit apart, I'm certain you wouldn't know where to start

This came with no instructions, so I'm makin' a introduction

'Cause they just know the youngin', but I been here adultin'

Got two kiddos, and they love it when I'm present

So fuck you and your assessments

Fuck what you impressed with

Still adaptin', so I put Kirby on the necklace

Learned from all my enemies, laughing at my mini-me's

I wish you could see the texts that these niggas sent to me

Hov telling me I'm nice, fuck, are you kiddin' me?

What's his face, still tryna put a fuckin' end to me

This is '24, nigga, not 2016

But he'll never say my name, or it's guillotine

If he ever say my name, bitch, it's guillotine

You already did the thing, tell me, why's this still a thing?

I had dreams of helpin' niggas winnin' and that shit's still a dream

And my engineer, the only nigga who could limit me

Big shot, I cannot flip-flop with this energy

Split his wig top, we gon' use it for a centerpiece

Big game, Hunna put him under, now we diggin' deep

Well, fuck, let's talk about the industry

Shit is draining and shawty came to replenish me

Big flames, thank my nigga Sango for sending beats

"But when he finna sing though?" Baby, you finna see

Yeah