D.C. Don Juan - Lost One Lyrics

So baby, hey baby, hey baby, so baby, drip on
Ready or not, ready or not, ready, ready, ready or not
Here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you, and take it slowly

You can't run away from this pain, I ain't got no baby
Hey baby, it's probably why I get high all day long

You see how they talk, they say they gon' body us
On the road to riches, I ain't pickin' nobody up

I'm rappin' through the pain, ain't it obvious
They want someone to blame, point they fingers, it's probably us
And f*ck them niggas who doubted us
They made a U-turn, now they scream how they proud of us

Cause I been gone for a long time
Instead of hatin', get your own grind
Niggas come in the body, somethin', they got it from me
It's not a problem, cause all my homies at 7.30

Shout out to Harlem my niggas sittin' at 7.30
We stay winnin', just tell my mama, don't worry for me
No, I did a lot by my lonesome
Shit be hot, I still play the block, tryna hold some

Heard these niggas get a lot of guap, and I want some
Man, I'm in it for the long run
I said you might win some, but you just lost one
I said they might win some, but they just lost one

I said you might win some, but you just lost one
I said they might win some, but they just lost one
All this writin' and nigga typin', I pray it's workin
What's on that corner with marijuana, a nigga servin

My baby need some shoes, daddy need a new Suburban
Nigga hurtin', but baby mama need a new Birkin
It's okay, I'll just ride the wave, I'm cool with surfin
It's for certain, I pack a tool, cause these dudes be lurkin

It ain't over, baby, move the curtain
Your body bangin', baby, who's your surgeon
I said you might win some, but you just lost one
I said they might win some, but they just lost one

Ready or not, here I come
I'm gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come
I'm gonna find you and take it slowly

You can't run away
You can't run away
Gotta raise my son up, gotta raise my son up
Gotta take him away from the place where their hearts full of hate

And they raise their gun up
So I pray and I pray every day until that come up
Through the grace of God, I'm always in the studio
When the police run up

I don't know what to say
All I know is if I grind, everything be okay
Tell them have a good day
Put a price on my head, they don't know what to pay

But if I be wrong with you niggas
That's why when I win, that's where you begin
I can't get along with you niggas
I'll never do a song with you niggas

You ain't worth shit to a king
I wouldn't even pwn none of you niggas
On the hill with my queen
She lookin' like Lorne on you niggas

You can make it rain
But my team pourin' on you niggas
We lines all gold on you niggas
Might bring back Jordan