Lost Generation

(I wish we could stay to see what happens)

We have to let them find their way, but we will create an end

Came back like the Mack, Caddy cut dime in the back

Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse

Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap

She lives in my lap, eager to give up a snatch

Still on the pry for my match

The milk and the honey

It's all about the love for the money

Space age pimp was adapt, that's after the fact

Land that I may contact, destroy if they give their bomb back

Prepare for combat, peace and love is beyond that

Should've went with my comrades, it's actual fact

Eye what they actually lack at the peek of their deck

Where their soul and mind is attached

Stars fully aligned on the map, my plan of attack

For the lost generation

This ain't meant to be preached on

This here meant to be teached on

I know that you ain't got much time

I promise this rhyme won't take long

You need it in your life like you need a better job

Like you need another hobby

Instead of waiting in the lobby, with the soft and the hard

Until the police holla copy, freeze

I know how it get when you ain't got shit to flush

And them balloons you bought getting bust

Cause everybody want mo' than what they really say so

You don't know who to trust

On the outside looking in of the Beamer, Bentley, Benz

Dreaming about the backseat

But you don't know what the driver had to do just to pass by you

That's if you ask me

So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em

I hope you never crash on 'em

What good is flashin' or livin' the fastest

If you in a casket? I couldn't imagine

My mama hanging over me crying

Cause my soul is too young to let go of me

I'm saying what I gotta

Cause the club songs ain't saving my partner

Nigga, we ain't lost

This the bitch I'm a boss generation

(For the lost generation)

Nigga, we ain't lost

This is xans got me nodding off generation

(For the lost generation)

Nigga, we ain't lost

This the puttin' candy in my cough generation

(For the lost generation)

Nigga, we ain't lost

You can find me jumping off Porsche in a race

(For the lost generation)

For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas

You got skills to help build these killers (killers)

Take the murder rate even higher (higher)

And take a nigga bitch in the process

Turn the whole thing into a contest

My nigga fuck this mic

We should be fucking with Mike

Military industrial complex

And we can get rich, nigga, fuck showing love

They ain't listening to us

They ain't playing this bitch in the club

So let's get paid, turn these motherfuckers into slaves

School is for lames, man, these niggas join gangs

Fuck Martin Luther King, nigga, fuck change

Fuck peace, I want chains

G's on the internet, bitch like bam

Fuck peace, I want a plane

Fill that bitch with cocaine

And make these bitches move their booties

And help these niggas make their movies

All these niggas into their graves

And top these hoes out their coogies