Lyrics:
knowin')
She goin', she goin', she goin', she gone
I'm young and turnt on my own
Can't wait 'til my brother get home
I'm young and turnt in this bitch
left
I'm an outlaw
Am I wrong, I wanna get it goin on
Last to leave, till I see everybodys gone
I'm at the bar you can catch me hands full
the count
I guess when your stars align
You do like the solar system and plan it out
So I'm goin' over time, on the overtime
Yeah, I'm that invested, but
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
can't touch
Quit talkin' on the phone, they can hear us
It's seven in the mornin' and they in my home
My bank account is froze, what is goin' on?
There's supposed to be us babe
By now, by now
Now I'm all up in love, tryna find the one that I let slip away
Remember that face, for seven age
I know
Changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
I don't want them changes
Always changin' faces
I'm goin
(We got brews)We got booze and blunts
So just cruise (Just cruise wit' us)
I'm smokin' good weed, goin' high speeds, burnin' ashes on designer jeans
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
prison, as the world turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
(My niggaz grow and grow and grow)
It's gon' be goin' round
(And gettin' dough
I'll ride the train out of here tomorrow and these
years I've paid for what I've done
I'll say goodbye to these old walls around me
I'm goin' home
Goin' nowhere tonight mama,
I'm gonna be stayin' home
You walked out a week ago,
And I'm here sittin' by my telephone
Hopin' you might change
I'm goin' home, friends sit down and tell my, my mama
Friends, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home, sit down and tell my mama
I'm goin' home
I ain't goin back again to that state of mind where I was ignorant and it was war time
And I thought I could save all of us if I wrote one line ya
don't it make you wanna go home
Oh the whippoorwill roosts on the telephone poles when the Georgia sun goes down
Well it's been a long time but I'm
And though I'm out of money
I'm a millionaire
I still have my home in San Antone
And there's a sweet somebody by the Alamo
Someday she's goin' to be
this (sorry)
I'm so sorry, I can't imagine what y'all must be goin' through (oh, through)
Everyday it's somethin' about me, my god, it must be killin'
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine
Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a nigga
They
on mine?
Even when I'm goin' through hard times
I still got my closest road dogz lookin' out for all mine
Ha ha, bring artillery and roll with a n****
I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front
'til you die
All you children goin' my way
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye
When I see a detour up ahead
I leave it far behind
Who knows
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
keys
Good things come in threes, need my phone, wallet, keys
If I'm goin' to the zoo I need my (Phone, wallet, keys)
If I'm gettin' a face tattoo I
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