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for my homies to come home
As I sit back under acorn tree
Reminiscing on my memories back in the days
Blazing on haze, wanting to hear some Curtis

You was talkin' all that just
To show that you hard
But didn't I tell this nigga
"come outside"?
But I forgot he was in protective custody
Should've

Some things dirty that I do
But I'ma tryna come over to you
I've been on the block all day but I'ma
Tryna make it home to you oh yeah

I've been

vomit
Word to me, I'm wild like Dean Street in '93
I smoked away my home training
And now I'm in the future just memory laning

All up to Brooklyn,

provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned  by 3 degree /give me greeve just to leave ,toke it as a wind

through bands count it fast yea I'm thumbing it
Forty-five
Forty-five Cal got a fifty round drum in it
Hollows they hot sum like when the summer hit
I beat

Hit me on my line, lil bitch
You know, come through, let's get it
Check me out, hmm
Just got home from the pen
Toss me the Glock, watch me spin Hyphy

to bloom
Into ourselves so we can rise above
All of the challenges that come along with life and love

When I was younger we had a garden
That fed our

Memories fading I try to hold on
When I don't know where I belong
No more
The sound of your voice was my all was my home
But these walls, they can't

by
Everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day
I just dropped "Bucket List", Walter bout to drop a tape
Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint

the world die by the creator

So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass

We're black on black, detonate

Doin' What Comes Natur'lly

Irving Berlin

Top Hat White Tie & Tails: The Irving Berlin Songbook

1997

naturally
Doin' what comes naturally

Sister Sal who's mus-i-cal
Has never had a lesson
Still she's learned to sing off-key

Doin' what comes naturally

Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Kendrick Lamar

Good Kid, M.A.A.D. City

2012

the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back

you can get it

But I
Just wanna know wassup
Tell me what's going on
She's too afraid to love
Much rather stay at home
Yeah she has fantasies
Thoughts

Freestyle

The Dove Shack

This Is the Shack

1995

served, with that dope shit
when I come with that muthafuckin shit
that leave you hung by the rope
by top, got that funky funky fuckin funkin fuckin style

Chariot

Young Thug

Wildboy

2019

got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,

play when I comes to my babies
I ain't never need no motivation oh God

Run the raxx
Count it up
Run the raxx
Count it up
Count up the bodies
Straight up

Monday, Tuesday go by slowly
Wednesday, Thursday, I turn giddy
I count the days 'till you come home at long last 
We'll have such a blast

I'm on my way

wit drone i stay up in zone i stay switchin homes, i come threw have my way put mule on the highway hit yo town getting sideways im built for hate, got

fans.

But this is G.E. Smith's guitar, and he doesn't talk to it the way I do mine. 

And it's in open tuning, so what comes out sounds like

new, but I find true y’all just recycle
I guess what flow goes and comes around like a vinyl
It seems the world changing every time that I birth a poem

whole gang could
I swing three man just like Flowdan would
I ain't from Brentwood, I come from Danwood
I'm straight from 'mannabadmanwood'
Stand in

on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
Just come on home
One, two,

home)
He ain't sayin' shit (He ain't sayin' shit)
When the nina turns brown
(When the nina turns brown)
I just answer this bitch
(I just answer this