Lyrics:
So many woods back to back so I can't feel shit,I lost the love in my heart and that's just real shit,Alot of people see your pain and they still
who they put us against
Demons box me in like a house surrounded by picket fence
Entanglement with his bitch I call her Jada Pinkett Smith
I take a perc
40 Smith and Wesson on his right hip
Trying to stuff a 3 five in a high hemp
Rarely ever see him like he works the night shift
He wants the money
house like DoorDash so come outside
How you a bitch in real life but Rambo on IG live
It's gang ties for my bros this shit for life
It's the money, team,
She used to come pick me up
My bags would barely fit in her trunk
Couldn't wait to kiss her, tell her that I missed her, but I'm
At a bar near
Like the rapper Jadakiss
Or a thug like me will be up in your house
Cookin' breakfast in the morning
I know you heard these words before
But you
There was a man who planted the trees
He lived in a house made of stone and bricks
His name was Lucius Grantus Whisk
He praised Satan and took a big
a flow
And I preach too
Church
Feeling like a million bucks
Gang will snatch up and
Toss you in black truck
These bullet hot as fuck
Smith and Wesson got
took my mama life in '93
God bless her soul
'cause she was caught up in a, house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
ass
this shit makin me mad
high
can't hold me back
We breaking chains
Some fell victim
Getting caught up in the system
My brother say he can't leave his House without his Smith
you say there are no mysteries
In that house you choose to dwell?
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Maybe there's a place where we will fly
But
right by your side
In heaven, I hope your house is right next door to mine
Cause I, just can't get enough of you
I pray we always get to say goodnight
late night boutta hit em
Then I think this is the trap so I up’d my fucking pistol
So i ran up in the house about to pull the trigger
But when i ran up
Everybody fake nobody by my side
Niggas say that they'll kill for me but who really gon ride
People telling me how much they care for me and how they
cal’ glock with me in case it get sticky
Leave a nigga drippy, I don’t mean he looking spiffy
If shit get ugly, I promise it won’t be pretty
Light ‘eem
Pass, assholes
Like I'm lactose
Hit the fast road, throw
You in a black hole
Where'd he go, I don't know
Only god really knows
If your number 1
I'm
Don’t set no pic
I was in the house try to hold it down
But that ain’t work so I had to dip
Ran up a check now I’m slanging dick
You broke niggas
up in your liver man
I came to bring the pain, all the way from the south to the west
Every one of my bullets are looking residence so they gone house
the rails till evening and laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with that Creole Girl,
Placed it seems in a dream
I hide in a house obscured by trees
And we meet, I don't know you and you don't know me
But I swear to God that you look
picking up the cans for the cheese
Living in an old house
Where cold ain't no stranger, nigga knows how
To show love, cover little sis all night
Keep
think the country's rather
More inviting round the coast
Anyway, I'll stay at present
At a boarding-house in town
Drinking beer and lemon-squashes
Taking
Where different ideas are far ahead of current day
Druggies in Stan Smiths, 'member calling them "Addy-dose"
The radios only play what fits the status quo
Young Hov in the house, it's so necessary
Green Lantern in the house, so necessary
Why you fronting on me? Is that necessary?
You know you've
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