Lyrics:
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
parents drove us apart
But now I’m coming home
Back to make a new start
Cause I remembered
I’m coming home
But I’ll be late tonight
Meet me down by
you coming right back
Grab on that booty cuz it look a lil fat
Bend that ass up, imma hit it from tha back
When i get home, you know she bend it ova
will turn to sour cream
Only surrounded by niggas I need
Only surrounded by niggas I know
Took me an hour to get to that pack, but thirty minutes later
like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
Real deal nigga
Posted on the block with them real-deal killers
Chasin' them bands lil nigga
For the set, I get my figures
Finna jugs this nigga
Big
of the Wire
Fade from Walid coming sharp like a spire
I'm trying be thirty five by the time I retire
It's the ones grafting my age that I admire
Haters like my
No more asking when I'm coming home
I, I, I'm sticking around
Yeah
Someday, somehow,
I'll make it home and I, I'll stick around
One day I'll say,
"No
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yeah
Best rapper in Africa yeah I'm really popping
Niggas really asking why I'm being so cocky
You should ask your sister why
known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not
roll, its been a long time coming.
It's been a long time coming home.
Sticks, and stones, and broken bones,
can´t keep me on the low.
Cause the love I
at a moment's notice, believes she's not enough
I thought when I was younger that by now I'd figure out
How to exist without Comparison burning me out
They say
tryna figure out this life
It's like a game tho
Too many questions just get high
I'm counting my blessing
The statements I'm saying will make me
hiding in my big home, don't know how they found me
Northside with my thugs, get hit with slugs
You pull up where them rounds be
Black ops all we got
coming out of your mouth –
Is just a taste of all the trouble broken figures have found –
Then you can say what you’ve got on your mind.
Or wash your hands
at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said
at the slamming of the door
Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door
I said John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
I said John,
about
Maybe stop pretending now
Sit it down and figure out
If you wanna dig a route
You can lay a cigarette
Maybe try to send a threat
Coming from
I am stuck at the lights
They ain’t gonna change tonight
Dark figure silhouette the light
I ain’t coming home tonight
I place my hand on the leaver
I'm inside out
Whoa, from outside in
Whoa, figure me out
My guess is best you'll never win
When I leave I hope you know I'm never coming home
Hope by
Live by the day
Live check to check
I can't wait till i find my home
Young man can't wait till i'm grown
Break it down i got sticks and stones
I don't
like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
If I was yo man baby you
Never worry bout what I do
I be coming home back to you
Every night doing you right
You're the type of women deserves good
got me clutching by my lonely, got to stick and move
So when I slide thru just know I'm clutching cause I can't fuckin lose
Nawl I can't make
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