Lyrics:
to you it wasn't a soul
That had the faith we had up on eachother
So I love you to death
Real conversation from your blood brother
Life goes on
Living my
The substance in the pot we will sip and balance the indica
Become one with the brothers and sisters in this perimeter
This a place to call home away from
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
didn't plan for those three words
To be the ones that hurt
They don't sound the same from so far away
Oh, my mama said, "you'll be a star"
And daddy
around
Me and my brothers shared it properly
Well this is something I can call my own
Throughout the poverty
The government the property
Was feeling like
dozen machetes bought from flea markets silently run by the fruiterers, silently run by the butchers, silently run by farmers, silently run by the blue
from past lives
And no I can't lie, or trial by fire be baptized
Calling my rap ties, hustlers, trap guys
House wives, tables bussers, and the most high
of justice would love to bust us
Bang hard, get jacked by gang squad
So we keep it on the low, make us untouchable
Hard hittin when my man start spittin
We
albums on his wish list
Love to listen far from reality, love the distance
Yeah in his mind them world was better
Felt his reality was lesser
Expressed in
in them, enlivened by their deaths
Shefali couldn't see her hands around her neck
Squeezing the life from the woman she loved
Ashamed she fled, afraid
through music shit
It be some real thugs I grew up with
Phone calls from the feds, long stories told fast
Wishin' they'd get home in a hurry, 'cause we
Don't know can't say
If I was made for this
But imma keep it going straight
I be dreaming night and day
From my kush cloud
I ain't gettin away
Twenty
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
the tombs
While living his life within his wounds
He distanced himself from all his friends
Even his sisters and brothers
And as time it went by, he
No matter how far I go, go, go
No matter how far I go
No matter how far I go, go, go
No matter how far I go
I still feel far from home
Wish I could
from home
So far from home
So far from home
So far from home
Had a thought of bombs dropping out of blue skies falling on kids when the big fish are
name
Know its in vein im on a wire
cnd Ive been feelin' far from home
Fuckin' far from home
Feeling all alone
cnd Ive been feeling far from home
Staring at your headstone
Damn it's hard to let go
No one that I've met knows
Why, why, why
Why you didn't get home
So I'm
Dressing up your headstone
times
Help me
Keep me away from evil, somebody answer me
Allow me not to cause pain
Police in the background, screamin', "Put the thing down"
That's how
others fear
The way this brother is empowered
I am the bomb
Don't try tampering with my brand
Of style could by stand
The only witness? is God's
(this
I put it on my past
And where I come from
South West FL, You already know
Where I wanna go, right back home
Put us on the map, pay cash for the trap
the doobie wrap
Tight blue jeans, air max
Small gucci bag
No loot and no job
Stay home giving blow jobs
Like no prob, it's simple
Holla out the window
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