Lyrics:
(home, home)
I'll be carried by the waves
To the other side
I made my peace, I'm not afraid
And the wind will sing the gentle song
And blow me off
bitch or ho'
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home
Happy, home
(Let's turn this house
život prodám ti svůj styl
Prodám ti svou dovolenou všude kde jsem byl
Všechno to dám na insta stories
Reklama na piču this shit is boring
Já mám auto
it
My statement is the fact
To the highest degrees
Flavor works this style, yo can't touch me
What kind of power we got
Soul power
Soul power
got home thinking (“my aspiration in life is to be a medical Doctor, it’s going to be difficult for me to go into business as a young lady now”) but she
'fore the boss of this off ya lid, R.I.P. right where the portrait is
[HOOK]
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
DADADOOOO!....that means drop it and run it
No fronting
joined, by severing the bond of kinship, and not being good to
Their relatives, and work mischief in the land, on them is the curse
They will be far away
Connected our relation shipped by the patriots separated,
Filtered eyes saturated to hide the ones who made this
I see your oppressor, you see a savior
Paper,
love you every day
This is a deep love odyssee
If I will rule the world, I promise you the best of me
If I will rule the world, you ever get the best for
get exploited
And the corporation only will back dudes who bite my style
And they can try and try again
I've been influenced by a lot of pioneers
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
hurting
This is not a show but good at hiding my pain like a curtain
Got them shooters pull up on yo' block with problems like curb service
Stop and get
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
against me my heart shall not fear
Tho war rise up against me yet I will be confident
Dear world I was thinking today
I thought about if I didn't grow up
I should be a reverend
She really gave me a "this world is not my home" impression
Sent down to help lost souls and fight their foes
Angels chose
bitch or ho'
We were all born hungry in this world alone
Finally moved out my mom's house, and got a happy home
Happy, home
(Let's turn this house
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
your nigga still drink Pinnacle
Bitch, your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit, you ain't cash shit, call up Baby Choppa, Cash Kidd, and spend my cash,
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
and I call a massacre
Call the cops
It's broad daylight
No covert ops
My growth unorthodox
To walk at this pace, man
It takes some running costs
A whole
Debonair til' dead, I face it
My mind need a renovation
Brand new loft downtown, I'll take ya
Feeling some way
Just got home from the Golden State and
New
Elijah off to Zion son we go
To the end of every road
It is a love that will not grow old
My son this world is cold
I am so thrown in this game
I've been
pump ya krills ta dis
Be carefull, Harlem World will get this
(chorus) {2:12}
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for?
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