Lyrics:
"I'll meet you home"
I'm right back and it's so familiar
My vice laugh, and it just might kill ya
Take refuge in complacency
I carry weight that i can't
My name stay up on top of it
After breakfast get it ándale
Like Omelette
I'm target market profiting
Box state shit, I'm on that shit
Anomle, aye
Old
nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side
into this game on Jaz's back
I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that
Yeah I'm here to show and prove
Don't matter to me the Garden
I care about getting caught
I'm makin' mils at 12 o'clock
Back in the spot with the same old serve and drop
I pull a hoe in Bangkok, drop her off
then hopped to third
And I don't know where they got the nerve but it is not yo turn
Not now and not ever
Im just out here living my life
While you
Body mad so she match fit
Switch positions I'm tryna talk tactics
Bend over look back watch me grab it
Hypnotised by your waist my gaard I have to have
she puttin' on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse
Long way from home and that pussy what I long for
But, for now I'm on the clock, uh
Give
way
Yeah
And everybody won’t shine my way
Yeah
I’m heading home right now I just got off of work
My girl already went to bed I think she’s ignoring me
Blows minds cal 50 slug
In my city bruh
Fake niggas in my way see
And Phily way too wavy
Back when loud was KB
And Birdman was still Baby
Virginia slim
days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let's talk about them shits)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you on this lyrical high real quick
can't let it go
When my funds turn legit i'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
See we still in the field
(Word)
Out the town
Pieces hitting for real
(Swipe, Swipe, Swipe)
It feel like I'm losing friends by the seasons
I'm
pierced her septum, farewell to my erection
I understand where babes come from, but hey, where is sex from? (Oh my God!)
I'm an old man, pussy, miss me with
at the ceiling laid in my bed
By the time I'm finished with this you would swear I was deceitful
But this nothing but the truth and I still believe that we equal
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
a year get a years worth of bad habits
Beat a fear another one takes its place
Old me staring back in the face
But now he's dying and I stand by him
My old
stuck in my mind
Alive from what I've learned
I have to seize the day
To home I returned
Preparing for her flight
I held with all my might
Fearing
options
No sitting back or waiting for next, I'm breaking they necks
My shorty at home, she sending me pics, she waiting for sex
Too busy on calls, I'm
you cats wore my chain for
A month you'd be hunchbacked
Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the
Roof where the trunk at see
ways
Uh
We probably can't relate
I'm so amazed by this taste of Grace
I was delayed by the way I obeyed the faith
I scream Praises he changed the pace
not a faker
I'm just a servant of a blessing that was put in a manger
Throw it back to the B.C
Ice cold rhymes helped by Koolbreeze5
These are my lines
soul
Cause this thing that I keep inside
Invisible for your vision
Crawling to the edge of a knife
Not knowing way back home
All i can do was stab
I'm on my way, I'm on my way, way, not today
I need no hate, hate
I ain't chasing fame
I'm looking for change
I ain't tryna be what you wanna be
I've
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