Lyrics:
like you
My father figure, now I want to fight you
You bitch nigga, left me 'lone
And parts of me never out grown
The fact that left home
When
now I want to fight you
You bitch nigga, left me 'lone
And parts of me never out grown
The fact that left home
When moms was so strong
Don't let
I'd grown used to the hunger I'd known
Out in the storm for so long
It started to feel like home
I became defined by the tears and the pain
front do
Leave me the fuck alone
I’m blowin home grown
It’s big money on my phone
Cellular, selling dreams for a prettier
Bad bitch to me
Fuck you if you
was willing to try
And now the days don't pass me by
Now my hope's grown
And you know I'll be there
I have made up my mind
Because of you, I was willing
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
a pamper, he on that childish shit
I know you've been silencing your phone
(Silencing your phone, ignoring calls from home)
I know you've been tryna get
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
of the wheel
Mile after mile (mile after mile)
Stone after stone (stone after stone)
you turn to speak but you're alone
Million miles from home, you're
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
not surprised that you're not home
Since you've grown tired of me I guess eventually
I'll get tired too of waiting some night
But until I do would
with such small amounts of dope on the Ave do bids so long
They bids so long by the time they get to come home
Mamas is gone and babies is grown
myself the spirits of my fathers,
long time gone.
In this short time, far from home, a man of Iron I've grown.
A man of Iron I have grown.
A part
Infatuated by you
Took a gamble didn’t know the cost
boy you know That i lost
I was trying to bring you home to moms
While your parents madly played along
to pull myself together all on my own
Nobody to help me, nowhere to call home
What doesn't kill you doesn't make you strong
I'm getting weaker by the day
realize
My friends have gone and their lives have moved on
And I guess that's just the way it is
If this town has grown beyond my home
I guess it all
Everything stops where the pavement ends
Drop me off on home grown red clay
Where the deer and the possum do play
Turn off the phone, it's never too late
Yo yo check it
Unattached and calm sundaes and pills I palm
with intentions to make it to the league
Intrigued by two letter cars SE's
confusion
Protect your neck in the 2012 season
Then bounce a check in the bank of illusion
Home grown terrorist, for the benefit
Can't find a title
I'm a long, long way from home
But you know I stay by my phone
In the T, I'm all alone, yeah-yeah-yeah
On the streets, I'm with my bros
Time just
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