Lyrics:
I walked through the door with you
The air was cold
But somethin bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister’s house
my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds
(think you can take your pick?)
Kickin' dope in a jail cell
You want to die it feels like hell
Muscles ache you cannot sleep
Stomache ache you cannot
picture perfect
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you don't know you should know right now
picture perfect
I could have been anywhere by now,
But nowhere feels better than home
Yeah yeah yeah
If you don't know you should know right now
drownin' out your voice (Yessirr)
Leave you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo'
on the beach last summer
When the rain came down and we took cover
Down in your car, out by the pier
Laid me down, whispered in my ear
"I hate my life,
(okay)
U-S in my bio like I love my country
First M loading up right now, bitch, I can feel it comin'
First thing off the bat, I can't love a gnat, it's
gotta do my thing so the first thing that I'll do is say
You no longer feel like home
You are black rose beautiful
So I can't sit here through your life
to the hills
Selfish, I don’t ever want you to go
Every time another one leaves home
This little town’s doors close
I’m left wondering what broke
You’re no
asking for the drop
Always feel alone but my niggas
By my side Bitch leave me alone
I just came for the dome
Uber at the door
But I could of drove home
100
you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
Don't cha, you wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don't cha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?
Blow up
you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga
Don't cha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga
Don't cha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?
Blow up
I'm inside the air is fresh as [a lie? ]
You are greeted by a civil servant
She is dressed in beads
She jots down your needs
And casually recedes
Look
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
I say my prayers with you
You ain't afraid of no man
Got 30 rounds in your clip
I feel your strength in my hands
I like them Gen 2s, Gen 3s, and Gen
to just spin around
Who wants to feel like they can't stand and get to your front door and collapse again?
Shut it up there's a way
Pull the cure out for
like the number two, me too.
I love you.
I love you.
"Bye".
Bye.
(7-6-5-4-3-2)
I know when I'm on more than I'm on
They gone try to come home
And they
want certified smoke nigga get your steam badge
And the Wesson it poke feel like a vaccine
Shots hit him he woke Solluminati
That nigga he broke ran out
And I feel my blood constricting as my body heats like California
Every time I see your body, feels like it's tearing up my cornea
Please just let me in
would be
So, tonight I'm gonna celebrate your love for me
Cause
It's people like you
That make the world go round (oh, yes it is)
It's people like
like us"
"Y'all don't re-up like us, ay!"
(Doctor know, state your name, gangsta
Gangsta)
My new name is, Ras Gannon
LA raiders, arm like cannon
the four by four, with the four doors, got your girl begging for more
Ya' mans here finna rap that four, with a broken arm, damn girl that's poor
I know you
America! tell me why I feel like this
Tell me why we gotta hustle cause' ya' jobs aint shxt
Tell me why you stopping us from smoking the piff
When
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