Heady Lovell - Losers

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Shout out to my fake ass friends who ain't shit to me
The ones who ain't never done shit for me
The same mutherfuckers when they see me like to smile and act cool
But when I'm not around act differently
That's the definition of a bitch to me
But it's all good; see, ya'll prepared me for this industry
Niggas think they know a nigga just because they know a nigga's history
Well bitch, I'm a mystery
And constantly changing so the dude you spoke to yesterday was a different me
I been all alone since I've been on my own
Left home at 16
It was just me and my big dream of making it
Plus the people tryna tell me that I was mistaken if I thought I could be Jordan with 6 rings
The muthafuckin greatest of all time
For that, ya'll the muthafuckin lamest of all time
In fact, I could get a million nickels for everytime that you hated on me and you niggas wouldn't get one dime
I went into a deep depression when I learned my lesson about thinking that your squad is always gonna hold you down
Yeah right, fuckin clown shit
Verbs and nouns shit; them just words
But sooner or later you'll figure it out, kid
I was gonna keep compression on the strain of our estranged connection on some nice shit
And try to keep it cool, like I iced it
Only ever elevated you niggas, but now I'm putting all of you to rest on some RICE shit
Should've seen this coming; this should come as no surprise bitch
Always thought you knew my fate as if you were some psychics
Let's see how you like it when you find that I'm the nicest with a mic and if you would've stuck beside me you could have this type of life
Cause I would've looked out for you
Now my eyes are open and I keep a lookout for you
Snakes in the grass, faker than Kim's ass
And I'm above it all, cruising altitude
Now I'm the one that's looking down on you
But still, my mind is racing on a nightly basis
I been thinking all that time was wasted when I was mistaken
Y'all was fakin like you were my brothers but that shit was staged
It drove me crazy how I let you niggas play me
All of you fugazzi
So now it's fuck you pay me, cause you muthafuckas owe me
For all those years that you've known me and I thought you were my homies
You phonies deserve to die broke and lonely
And even though you niggas suck, all of you can blow me
Heady

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Written by:
Leo Allen, III

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