Lyrics:
Need a little more time
Felt loved by a family
So close could be mine
Now I'm feeling alone
But I know that it's not true
'Cause I'm coming home to you
made it here all by my lonely so don't come hating on me
I'm from a place where we won't all make it home
And you can't save your homies
I told you I was
not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you
lotta hundreds tucked them way down In my bag
Left home early so this flight could hit the land
Never coming dirty they just don't know who I am
I
household
Caught them pussies slippin' tryna squeeze
In the mouse hole that cheese is not yours
You are not chose by the gods
To live as we do so play
Your
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
And she wants a score and half of a draw
That's the kind of friend that you try
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by
a 9 to 5
I'm about to go to lock down
What you doing later
Put some money on your phone so I can call later
When I'm all alone I need you by my side
dirt farm
And he was fond of disappearing on an eight day drunk
Coming home smelling like a low down skunk
And he said
I do like I say
Not like
room, not in the living room, so I don't know why she's trippin. Doesn't matter though cuz
Your roommate ain't home I'm coming thru in a minuteI'm
just to make sure that they can get it
Two hundred dollars every 5 days
For little white pills that get you stuck in their ways
Of not eating anything
the world was still dead back then,
The way it spun to my shins to dance with blankets being chased
In circles. 3000 miles from new home, forty-five miles
of what was coming next
But we had one another
And the love we shared
Cause even when
We're all away
Every home we've made
Will stay
And there'll be a time
Tap out
Rick coming home soon
And they threaten 20 he ain’t give them pigs no clues
Fed time at 18 1st time he had his own room
Play by my own
to 2013
Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
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Osings used to perform in numerous bars and clubs around Kampala hoping to be spotted by Talent scouts but this did not work because he had no
our time is coming
The end is running short
We never think about how hard we’ve tried and how much we work
I’m getting tired of the 9-5 and I realize
coming by the daily
I ain't got it, I go crazy
I got habits and three babies
We got lean by the cases, it take care of the tribulations
Family
pipes
I am not a reverend
But they worship my punch lines
Always on the zeppole
I stay fried in the lunch line
You coming onto me
You chose the right time
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
shit no condolence
Over five hundred murders we not worried about covid
Mac eleven on the seat I push the coup like its stolen (Skrt skrt)
You a bullet
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