Lyrics:
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
And then complain when you are struggling with things like cash
Home
I wish that I was never ever home
I wish that I was never ever home
I'd rather spend my
They told me go hard or go home now
I told them I ain't going home
No I ain't going home
At any minute it can go down
I got people that depend on me
You
sounds like
When the silencer on enough's enough!
Ayo URL what the fuck is up?
I left that smooth Goodz home
Tonight so fuck a cup
Double up, Cass' you
affiliation
Divided by the time he was facing
Once he told me that
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
I think the Feds are
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
problems up to here, I got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't wanna know (fuck y'all)
I got money in the bank, and I'd really like
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
problems up to here, I got people in my ear
Telling me these crazy things that I don't wanna know (fuck y'all)
I got money in the bank, and I'd really like
was a dream, I was livin' in Rome
And then I moved to London, bought a brand new home
And everywhere I went, I drew lots of attention
Like a stretch
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
it low, touch your toes
Mami, how low can you go
The way your body moving slow
I'd be like vamonos
I just wanna take you home
So shawty let me know
I
of my homies
And, um, I see the Range Rover, I'm like, "That's Game right there"
And we all walked up to his car and I handed my CD, you know?
From the one we had before
From the last place we called home
Take our plans,
By the hand,
Hold them tight cause they're like falling sand,
Never
robots, passin by, everyday (I'm seein robots!)
You drive in Hollywood, long hair, Buick Regal
License in California, ID's phony not illegal
I never thought I'd see Kobe go before Magic
That taught me first, no seconds to waste, only waist I like is her legs wrapped around my face
Fuck
didn't help niggaz
So for rememdy I pound niggaz
Like I keep 'em in DJ's for that new Jigga
Like them forty-two Girbauds
I pocket every demo, like
that he'd fly away, like a kite, take flight
Like a letter on a string, like propellers on a wing
But they can't find the key
They made electric
memories told in perspectives that you didn't expect
Skate downhill ruthless Coming home toothless
Lot of things to un pack
Bring the whole feel back
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
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