Lyrics:
burn myself out
I gotta be me, I gotta be free
Welcome me home I'm a city boy, city boy
And now I know it, well don't I show it
Mama take a look at your
(bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm hot, dawg, no you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
In appliances by
sharp enough
To slice through every page
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
The bitter pill you swallowed
Tasted sweeter going down
I'm coming home
I'm coming home to your house
I'm coming home to your house
I'm coming home to your house
I'm coming home to your house
Boy
don't want no smoke boy
No you don't want no smoke
So run along home boy
Run along home boy
Go and call your home boys
Go and call your boys
Eita
Let me
"Attention, passengers
Please listen to an important message
By your flight's captain"
I'm a jihadi, da ba dee da ba dum
My name is Zayn and I
Came
as you wish man
GoFundMe for your boy, I don't miss ma'am
Black suburban, cash ain't free hoe
Brand new birkins, can't swipe me tho
Pain be hurting, yeah
Handicaps herbei
Holprige Hindernisse hielten hiesige
Hemsos hinten, homes
Habe hinreichend Hit's
Hebe häufig Hintern hoch
Intrigante Internet-Idioten immer
innocent young black men are killed every day)
RIP Oscar Grant, Killed at a bus stop in San Francisco by a cop sho shot him in the head with hand cuff on.
impressed by some, others don't hold water
Some of y'all new rappers are my sons and daughters
That's why Mommy's Home and I got my belt
You gon' feel this
to coast
The wind blew by
And brushed my bushy hair away
The butterflies sung
It's a brand new day
And then we land
The age creatures all rejoice
Then
We've been calling out to you, calling
It's been crawling after me so long
Let it beckon unto you so free
You're invited it's so exciting and
Brand
home)
We miss you,
This one the wire to make you dance,
If your boy sitting — make him stand,
I’m bringing the sauce in that makes you sweat,
Hitting
a brand new year, ain't no petty n***** here
If it ain't DMD Records, I ain't even tryna hear it
I ain't even tryna hear it, what you talkin bout homes?
In
"Bigger Picture"
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records
and A train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
And don't front, I'm jingelin baby
Roll on
Roll on
Stove on
Turn the stove on
Poll on
Get ya poll on
Broke niggas need to go home
Need to go
Rich nigga get ya roll on
Dope boy
[HOOK x2]
THEM NIGGAZ ACTORS (ACTORS)
THEY DESERVE OSCARS (OSCARS)
WE PULL CHOPPERS (CHOPPERS)
TO WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS)
DOG...THEM NIGGAZ
shit, it ain't potty trained
Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain
Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game
So,
Back with the remix
These boys all my sons like Phoenix (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
My city and state never ever seen this
Jimmy Neutron, I'm
Gotta find my way back home
I've been away too long
Gotta find my way back home
I'm moving
War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords
Tryna
yeah, I'm gonna let you know
I'll be living in my brand new, in my brand new home
This old building keeps on sinking, y'all and my soul
Has got
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
boy
I’m coming home with your boy (I’m coming home with your boy)
I’m coming home with your boy (I’m coming home with your boy)
I’m coming home with
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