Lyrics:
Pick up da bottle
Go full throttle
Do my best
When I'm depressed
Look what's left
Not feeling whole
Just to make it
Nigga sell they soul
Tell me da
the city just to show you my roots there
This home it needed loving baby won't you make true here
Now I'm clean I see you here, dirty screen by the cruiser
me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by
bitch badder she bring home badder bitches
I'm in this 2010 still whippin'
Wished for brighter days, that's my old way, but part of me still wishin' yeah
could lose
And now I'm on some fly shit you can call me Howard Hughes look up
I'm flying by
I held it down now I'm probably like a mile high
Ain't on my
that caused me depression
Did them again not learning my lesson
When will I catch it
Ezekiel eighteen says the one who sins will die
What that got to do
fighting back the tears I'm wiping my nose
It only seemed like yesterday you and me were sitting here
Watching the TV watching the news
Eating the take
say she Christian
Ra Ra, never let it take me with it
If she hot hot, she can keep me warm for the winter
Inna hot box Pulling up in electric
I'm a top
It's driving me mad and I'm fighting it
It's turning me bad, I'm loaded, pages taking me over
I just wanna be home with all my friends and family
Mum
the last goodbye that brought tears to my eyes
When you walked out the door
I watch the world go by
Everyday of my life
It brings me to my knees
I’ll never
On all the worst days wasn't home
I'm really out here by my lone with just this fucking microphone
So ima tell how it is, put my pain all in ya ears
Don't
And I was really down
Ruger, up the 10 for you (up the 10 for you)
Thru everything you stayed round
Left me abusing
Hoping the you'd soon come back home
Swallowed up our childish eyes
Everything we thought was a lie
When we were young
And I know when your world it shakes
It can make you ache
It can bring
crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good, she'll bring ya customers and measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside
that it's time to leave
Don't take me home
I'm not ready to go
Got my eyes on the sky and we're waiting for snow
cnd although it's July
Believing is
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
when I come home it's on
That's right nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The D.A
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho
been new my rights I Gotta Show no I.D.
Cause They know by Me Monker and government
They say The Crenshaw District
Yea we running shit
The home
shit in the living room
But if I hit that pause, it would’ve changed my life
Home Therapy, I swear it got me through the day and night
Yeah, yeah
Yeah,
demise
Off the dome in my zone
Cause it's my piece for the peace
it's known when I leave my home what I'll see in these streets
So anyone tryna stop me
if you don't you're just a fool
And as I hand a bouquet, of roses
Picked by slaves, whipped by cravens on their horses
My home is on fire
In
Check it out
what's crackulatin?
Finna get boisterous
Sisters with voices
And you heard of me
Straight from the 'V', E-40, Fonzerelli
Turn
I'll sweep out your chimney
Yes and, I will bring you flowers
Yes and, I will do for you
Most anything you want me to
If we live in a cottage
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