Lyrics:
it with
OJ and drink up the rest (Drink up the rest)
I am alone
I, I, I, I want a place to call home
(Place to call home) ayy you're not alone
I weep
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
certain
But by His Blood we get new life
Absent from the body
Present with the Lord man
If I die right now
I'm go see the face of my Lord man
Very soon
and LeBron The Nation of Islam
Malcolm X John Lewis Martin Luther King
And Harriet riding chariots of fire Maya Angelou and Nina Strange fruits Billie holiday
looking anywhere but in his face
Avoiding his world that's in their way
On the sidewalk where John spends his day
He's some mother's child in trouble,
to know I made it
I'm in NYC!
Tried to call you the other day
I could swear I heard your voice
Almost forgot you'd gone away
This time not by choice
I'm
(alright)
678, 404, bed made
I'm from where the rent kinda low
When you sleep on the floor
And the stick in the crib and the pit by the door
Long johns
maybe we could call home
Please don't dial the tone
Please don't call my phone
I'm just searching for a place that maybe we could call home
My mams on my
John Wall for the pints Or call Moneii for the bowls
All my niggas grindin' stacking pape Tryna put they family on
I'm at ghetto shootin' from
covered for us, when Flint got us back home
Now Paige mad at me cuz I never call back at all
Got love for the fam but I'm the one who make the calls
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Stop it lil hoe u not sneek
You tought lil bro was too geek
Thats why su woo on ya cheeks
I want a mill by the week
I get a mill call me meek
Saw
know by now, let me acquaint you with my steez
(C'mon) I don't get on stage and waste your time
Niggaz got a lot to say but they just can't rhyme
They
him?"
Whole team full of green
You would think we Boston
Spalding, Ballin', flow be on the faucet
Middle man shut yo damn mouth, call a boss in
Big money
and a half of cream upon my face
I'm strictly a female female
And my future I hope will be
In the home of a brave and free male
Who'll enjoy being a guy
extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship that's spacious face it
I'm on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way
The boys, they hit the road for a while
Bobby stayed at home
Writing songs alone
The boys, one by one, flew to close to the sun
John he rambled on
Until he
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Maybach drapes
We gon' do this for Kanye, if you can relate, that's Drake
We come shootin' for Conway, Ruger your face back straight
A hundred
my face turned blue
(Yeah) There's no place like home (no place like home)
Growing up had a lotta neighborhood to roam (neighborhood to roam)
All my
years go by
With an old dog he calls Governor John
He starts at the break of dawn
And he don't stop as long as someone
Wants to hear him sing a song
would ya roll along?
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin' on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along?
Papi
tall bitch from the back, say, "Stand up" (woo)
Then put your motherfuckin' face down, ass up
Nigga been rich too long for makin' these songs, my
Yeah, he screamin' out the want that smoke mamma sittin' at home
Cryin', prayin' for him on the low
His partner gunned down by the week ago
Now he in
call my gentas
And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large percentage and you small change
Hittin' niggas long range
Chrome
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