Lyrics:
come ride me like Pento
Feel like Superbowl this is the end zone
I was just back at home off the trap phone
I had to bring this shit back
Had a problem
distractions as my life floats by
Have I just been checked out the whole time?
I spend 85% of it online
And for the things that really matter I got no time
You never end your nights sober
You be all over, never at home
It's like the streets bring you closure
Or they just bring you closer to your dreams
(yeah, Yeahhh)
I po some lean out on that curb
Before I even taste it
For all my nigga dead and gone
This don't even make sense
I yelling bring
used to it by now cause one minute it’s I love you then we’re losing it by now
Tired of arguing bullshit I am immune to it by now
Ain’t too sure of what
of the positive
I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it
Can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib i'm tired
the walls
Thats all they saw
[Verse 5: The Game]
Hip Hop ain't dead, it just took a couple shots
I bring it back to life, give it a couple shots
The kings
to my heart
It's just the misty moonlight that brings rest to my heart
My hand touches the heck of the backyard gate, I'm almost home
I unlock the door,
flop flip flop flip flop back
To the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back
Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushin'
The only niggas be for waste
Pardon me darlin'
Your beauty, it has me shaken
I'm Q and you must be new to this geographic location
That juicy little caboose
Bring that back to my
said it! Doesn't mean I have to let it in my ears
Or help it reach 20x more by engaging with it here
If you're extreme online join the Q
I'm breaking
We ain't come to lose baby Winning is all we know
Popping champagne in the Winners circle that's all a player Know
It's go hard or go home so we turn
it's King Q, time to break fast
And I'm running this table take a look at the calves
It's a marathon, but I haul ass
Aint nobody qualified to block my
like new friends?
Why yo bitch texting my phone?
I guess she seen my whip I guess she want me take her home
No I can't do it bitch move on
She got caught
man home
To lead by example so,
Now lil man gotta learn to be a man on his own
Looking at how we living
Looking at why, it's because of our decisions
now
everybody steady sipping Bacardi now
find the girls that be acting naughty
and bring them home with me
you better watch out when you see these pimps
By the kingdom, and it's for the kingdom
This is sermons over beats, look, aye
We all love to walk in with our Sunday best
Give a greeting as your
song, 'cause you know its on)
When I'm withh you
(Let's make it happen you and I, watch the years go by, 'cause I know you know)
Your my bright
Yeah
Barcodes on our skin tone
It’s all good ‘til it hits home
Our goal is to win, though
But it’s a far throw to the endzone
That’s why we’re afraid
Till then my brothers by my side and ima make it known
Live for yo people in the sky that didn't make it home
Through all the pain and sacrifice, you
always gets me through
But it's the longest road that leads me back to you
My body's bound to wander but my heart will always be
Back home in heaven
and said three words I meant
She replied “I won’t say it, but feel it too”
Home, you feel like home. Well I felt cold till you till you brought the warmth
cried
Go home, little boys, get off the court
It's a big man's game, you're much too short
Too short, my foot, that's just your way
Of saying you're
lap
The snow makes me drowsy, while the dreams roll and tumble,
It's a long way to Texas, it's a long way back home
It's a three hour flight
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