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