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adversed at home
I don't trust anybody with these words I've grown to not love in this world that I call my own

When my heart, my heart, my heart
When you

ring til' you bawl
Hang up the phone ain't nothing wrong

Clean up your face breathe and be calm
Give me some time I'm coming home
I won't be long I

offense
Man she's so intense, and got eyes just for me so I know I'm blessed
Her and I met, now I'm back in my bag, you can tell by the rap
Bringing that

the sudden syringe in my veins now
Hold me like cards to your chest
And show me your arms are outstretched
If only I can rest my bones then I can get back home

call from my father just to tell me he impressed
I don't ever study, I cheated on every test
And that ruler just my brothers, he keep two under the desk

Seems typical of the American family at home
Children at play, unaware of approaching disaster

I think I got a chance to make it right again
There's

passing through?
Will you ever call my name?
Am I invisible to you?

Am I on your radar?
Do you even see me pass you in the street?
Am I on your radar?
Am I

probably me, argue with the nigga, Adam, Miri, call your manager
Last time they let me shut her down, they ain't have to check they calendar
I just made

Dog, I know you must get by, now this bitch screamin
Started carvin' out her eyes, fightin' all the demons
We just wanted to get high, but now her face

right
Motherfucker call , Sean Paul, please give me the light I'm tryna get high, I'm tryna take flight
You tryna get by, I'm tryna live life I'm married

Grew up on the north side where the streets ride
When the street lights call the whole hood to be alive
Younguns fell asleep to the sounds

than a prednisone
I'm in my bed, in my head, and I'm home alone
My face is red, I'm upset when you call my phone
I'm more fucked up than that night

on This rhyme, niggas can't buy my Time, can't bang
My line, ain't bothered by a boss Nigga buying both bottles cause he Wanna big dine, hey
Huh, nigga, let

Train with Naginata atop the Mount Fuji
Say your sayonara as you face the Nobushi

We keep rising
The horizon

We are the Samurai
We're rising
Just like

every body seems so fuckin tired of me
Sick of bitches on my face they tryna say a lie to me
Call me a GOAT or a prodigy,
Back home mama let me know that

no fit go back home
Money no they plenty billing they Hm

When raba go they have thinking
Make the money come make he plenty
Only person face know

the soda
Pullin up wit da blower
Knock ya head off ya shoulders,
Call at the 4 in the morning,
I'd pick up and you know it

It wasn't fair,
I can't never let

that we're both grown
We can't afford to stay here anymore
I call you on the phone
To talk about the faces we knew

Seanan, Ziggy and the Wilkey girl
Her

you and you're here for me

Black eyes, broken bones, still a place we call home
Arm in arm, hand in hand, all of the rest be damned
Fist fights,

But they don't know how that fucking seems
Never slide without my fucking team
I got triple C's with the purple lean
I'ma get this shit by any means

ancestry ain't once been wrong
You just a disease, don't call this home


CHORUS (Zeadala, Sara Sale7, Moe Omran)
Say you'll fight
Our land, our right
Till

by the river I'm born from the rain
You bought an eight through a dealer and I bought a train full of reefer
You sippin the Henny, no chaser
The shit

home baby,
All them stupid mistakes I made, Done making,
No more trying to run from my problems,
Gotta face it, Take it,
And you get back what you give,

a film last night
About a man who hides by night
He calls you on the phone
He likes to know you're home alone
I saw a film last night
About a man who