Lyrics:
when I'm at home, I'm sitting and I'm trying to write these lyrics
And I do I do
I think it makes me come off like the most sincerest
I know you don't
a clone a gold mine bitch please
Need a home alone in Sydney
You ain't home you won't be there quickly
Still think this shit is flown by Disney
I think my
Which leaves your turf in a Boise state
Can't see her play or the team, cuz
Everybody has an addiction, mine happens to be you
And those who say they
listen to the ha verse by jayz ha
Yea I'm from Lafayette this ain't Fayetteville child
Yea what happened to them bullets in my mouth
Y'all better quiet
been two years, you're sitting in the same spot
Chilling in the same blocks
Me and you are different
You talk about beef
While I plan your route home
mas de ti they speaking
I'm not easily persuaded
But you know I'm faded
You know what happens next
We both getting naked
I know what you been thinking
I ducked and I slid
I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me"
Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me
Shopped in Vegas
or just, try to laugh it off
"Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?"
I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped
Just pull up, let's see what the vibe is like, let's work
In my mind, if something happen, it happen
If not, then cool, niggas just got a chance
that's what Azrael will sing
No, I'm not a demon from Hell
Why do you believe in Hell
Even Joos don't believe in hell if you're religious
There's just
there's no one left and knowing
You can't trust your family
You turn inward cause you yourself yeah you can never ever leave
But what happens when that's
been buildin' me a house back home in the south Ma
Won't believe what it's costin'
And it's fit for a king, right?
Or a nigga that could sing
away from ham like Abraham, Lord I follow you
Even when you took my man Chaka God and what I'm a do
You gave the hood a modern day martyr in Brother
wouldn't lie to you"?
Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables
I done accomplished, start what I set out to do
When we off the colors, not
tryin to fake it
Self made G, millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement
Face it now you
lookin' but lack vision
Initially made in the Lord's image, dynamic
Nothing lackin', magic couldn't make it happen
Look at us, you hear us rappin'
That
"Fuck the President" it's evident
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze
Ain't grew up by
of what Bubba did
I wish I had somebody
Anybody that could help
I wish I had somebody
Anybody that could help
Years later, in the same room
(Caught by
Not quite sure what you wanna do
Like, what is this world coming to?
Life goes on even if you don't want it to (Uh-huh)
It's a sad ride home if
Vegas.
I bet you wonder
What's gonna happen to her
Shhhhhh.....(listen.)
There's a gideon bible in the cheap desk beside her bed
Sometimes she flips it
the gaslighters
I prophetically foreshadow the shallow
Ended the pool you spoke from
If you believe in idols
What happens when you invoke one?
Utter insanity
the stars
Shining so bright
Don't let them pass by
Follow the light leading to the other side
Turn all your sorrows into diamonds in the sky
Make your
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
tryna diffuse two homies arguin'
I'll prolly die 'cause that's what you do when you're 17
All worries in a hurry, I wish I controlled things
If I
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