Lyrics:
Cause on a real, ball hogs never made us much
My group precipitates skill, shade by the deal
Fools forget to play still chasing dollar bills
I'm
Yeah-yeah, 9:08 L.A. time
Back in the lab and shit
My wife said, I can't say no to nobody
And at this rate we gon' both die broke
Got friends
and I go to jail (still got more money)
I came home and went back, oh well (still got more money)
I'm multiplying everything I spend (still got more
composure
I think it's what I told ya
Keep playing games and i'll turn back to the old me
Keep moving lanes and i'm stopped by control freaks
Stick and move
where they real rich big lips injected with some plastic
I did some shit I wasn't trying to bring back home
I took some shit I'd always say I'd leave
the snow after the show,
I had a fight wit' Phife.
Moves to a land to get away
But back home job was urkin' us,
It sent me throuh a danger zone.
always belong to me
You can travel the world and get your stack on
Just don't be broke when you come back home
[Chorus] - to fade
primitive, I'm Olympian, now it's routed in pistols
Allow me to buy the album, child imbeciles
I was a coward out to intend powerful minutes for
The crowd,
There’s a big old train heading north on the rail
With a bunch of people paying heavy bills
for the same road to a different home
I see a young kid,
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
the prison of retirement and the abuse those in homes often get
I wouldn't have found my own way if y'all raised a lesser man
Family history explains my
'cause it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can
like home
Shotgun sleepin' and breakdown, in a ditch by the side of the road
Law man pullin' up from behind so he can keep it feelin' just like home
greyhounds
Always gotta box of albums, so it's fuck the safe route
Take me back to skateboards and LEGOs
From making s'mores to can't find his way home
Missing
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home
My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying
So if you taking care of your child, by your damn
of nothing
You know I'm saying, every time I do a concert
It's females in the front row after the show
They like, sign my autograph so I can get back home
My
headed out to the lake and I'll be gone
All weekend long but I'll call you back when I get home on
Sunday afternoon and P.S. if this is Austin I still
sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai
And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts
But, girls, you can just open 'em
Dad ain't making it home
Home girl, I gotta say
Who pays the bills, the deals and
All the bad news?
Life is nice
Livin' in luxury
Is this the way it's gotta be?
Fact is
Why you ain't home
What did I say
Where'd you go
Baby come back to me
Say it ain't so
Running away
All alone
Baby come back to me
I can't spend this
be callin' code read like Mountain Dew
'Fore I count to you can get cha back blown
'Cause ya gimmicks out of minutes like a track phone
Get back
slack on
The bills keep coming and they don't slack homes
I was mobbing through the hood with a backpack on.
Full of pressure half a p, I just jumped back
I got my city on my back, I got my brodie by my side
I got a 30 in my strap, for anyone talking on the other side
I got a 40 rack in my pocket,
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