Meyhem Lauren – Lost Souls lyrics

[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren]
Lost souls run in my city and look for homes
Real G's stuff pockets with cheese like calzones
Switch phone, stay alert, I've been fucking with work
I know a lot of niggas wanna see blood on my shirt
Been berzerk, quit the swerve, niggas front, they get hurt
Still a double steamer scheemer, got them 2 guns tucked
I turn the fucking flame up and mimic
Wolfgang Puck. Up in the cut like coke, getting stretched
Wait outside, a nigga rest
Polly with the kid Possessed, plus I'm known for getting fresh
Fucking fronting, get you put out of production
Like Averex.. y'all niggas know my steez
Niks with different flavored checks
I keep a condom on me, that shit my life-preserver vest
Sexual chronicles, don't play night rendez-vous
Hit bitches when drunk, used to sip a lot of booze
Low and brow, imported for me, niggas like my music
Artists in this category, because you abuse it
? need to fall back, son, just admire this
My niggas move coke, more flakes than psoriasis
49th and 96, I compose the sequel
Meyhem Lauren, greater than, we not equal
Never play chess without your poker face
Niggas is see-through
Bishops use pawns, but me, I'm like GQ
Extra-lethal, moving sour diesel by the bundles
Getting by, looking fly, but sometimes
I still struggle..
Keeping combinator pockets all day
Y'all the bubble, greenbacks to key lloyd
Keep a nigga P-noid
Police dunn destroyed a couple lives in my circle
So I stopped selling coke, but I still fuck
With the purple.. the finest ganja cover my flesh
Gotta confess, most of these
Up-and-coming rappers sound wack: I'm the best
Official to the day of my death
A fresh drift is in my body
Tryna inhale, real shit, respect nigga