Lyrics:
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Boy, I'm actually great
Homie, I used to stash cracks by the gate
(aaahh) the couple stacks I would make with
The MAC on my waist
I could send
a reason for a hand out
Doctor told me ain't nothing in my vein but the 6
I can never changed I'm remaining legit
Came in the game no name just a pen
Y’all
You ain't missing nothing holmes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
On everything
My uncle did a decade,
Came home, hit the ground runnin'
mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I
a drink every now and again
And when I go I go hard but smoking your mind
To mush in your bedroom that's just bizarre
Now one day oscar comes home when
different just didn't sit right
I went from studying Maori to the Bible and Jesus Christ
And went from rolling in bushes to being surrounded by city lights
side that's all that I need
Girl I feel at home with you
No matter whatever we're going through
Still holding you like I'm supposed to do
Baby just get
uncle, you still know when I don't feel
And I tote a Smith & Wesson, not a Smith and Will
I heard everything you said, you just mad a nigga here
Outfits
on it as well
So, it looked liked we were just floating in an abyss
Honestly, when I see her face I just smile, I guess
I mean, our cars came
you fittin' in when you squares ain't around
Got some bands in my account that I like to keep account
Just to count up the amount gotta weigh it by
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down (yeah), I break it on down
I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six
but who do you think got the dough?
Take a look at that pilgrim passin' by
He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes
He's runnin' 'round in
the property
There was no one walking alongside, it was just me
I had the power to defend both Ozzy and his creed
Then Deron responded by asking me defiantly
“Is
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
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
wanna taste
Just give me the time and give me the place
Gotta wake up and count my cake
On time just like a Rolex
All these bitches want to play
Had
His eyes bloodshot red
I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother
Reminiscing on them playing Sega with each
your love stowed
When I'm with you only time that I feel at home
Now my queen is my best friend just hope that time slows
We're not racing for the end
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
long
I been holding back now I'm in my zone
Tried to run away but they called me home
Yeah
So I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I done came along way!
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
Intoxicated and I'm faded by you honey, why
We finally made it, got to lovin' money, seeds and shine
They wanna hate it, try to break it but it's
the burn up
A niggas so hot that I burnt up the summer
Dedicated to the thuggas and gunnas
Da niggas that's runners
Da people that really just came out
Uh
You know
Yea
I just been doing me
You know what i’m sayin
Yea
Say i’m all about my chips
Like i’m sponsored by frito lay
Been all about this grind
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