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the way, I'm coming home
Coming soon, woah
By the way, I'm coming home
Coming soon, mmm

Flowers on a hillside looking strangely back at me
Just a somber

Trap was colder than shit
I made a home with the nits
I sell stones and invest it in sticks
I cop big bits
Press ya tryna get rich
Would've thought

I'll never
Figure it out
No
Never figure it out
I'm a portrait of self doubt
Locked inside my house
Don't think I'm ever
Coming back out
Cause I have had

she bitter
New bitch got a hour glass figure
Police see the sticks on my couch come get em'
Niggas be hating 'cause they know that I'm winning

Picked

coming home to me now
Staring at an empty sky, wonder how I ever let you control my life
Never thought I’d be that girl, hypnotized by every word that came

like how it's manual with no stick in it 
Paddles on the wheel ima need em when I dip in her 
I'm only smiling for six figures
I'm in Paris with the Stu

alley
And I'm right by your door
I'm coming through your window
I'm flat on your floor

And she said "Why, why mister
are you never at home?"
Figure out

the corner, lurking like zombies
Looking to haunt me
I'm checking my home, so much paranoia
Seeming anointed
These niggas are mad, they coming to hunt me

sticks, nigga, on God

Outside coming live from the underground
Hot Boy too cold for the summertime
Whole mood gon' change when we come around
Whole mood

Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from

of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San

Surrounded by family I love my woes
You can't pay me shit to step on they toes
Forever I Gotcha I'll stick to the code
I took a lil break I just had

niggas
Rich Rollin how you figure
Neighborhood in every picture
Baby now you get it
He so hood
He so different
I'm surrounded by theses killers
Yeah Yeah

just lacking substance
But they can sense the magic coming
Like Copperfield
This is monopoly
There is no stopping me

Maybe it's time I evolve
Got me

I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch

for a long summer day
And you'll always be my companion
By the light of a gold harvest moon
I'm coming home soon

on the edge of hell nigga you know how we coming
Try me if you want and my niggas a hundred miles running
Pull up with choppers and sticks
All my niggas on go

Sticks and stones surround me

I cant wait to figure it out
And all the trouble that surrounds me
All that i wanna do
Is just get back home
Get back home

it never reached a second tone
Feeling all alone just wonder when you coming home
Coming back to me
Yeah I like that
You was Calling my phone it never

Aye, all pressure in the building when I walk up in it
Got a stick and it throw stones, it won't leave a witness
I done crept up on his home and it

been through enough
Couldn't see through my eyes, I've been cut enough
Momma comin home tryna fight, cause she's drunk as f***
Know sometimes we leave

at home
But I'm a still get to sweat out that back
Shorty got me relaxed
She say here you go
I ran your bath
Counting up the m's
Got that new eye contact

bitch gone swallow that dick
Then she get home tryna argue wit the bitch
Tryna figure out damn who the fuck I is
Nigga try act like he know me
Most times

Boogie down my borough nigga that X up
Niggas had time to swing nigga but I'm next up
I'm just tryna bring this home nigga That pressure
But a nigga