Lyrics:
to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't
of the store"...
Well, he'd always said he'd make it on his own
He's spending Christmas Eve alone.
First Christmas away from home.
She's standing by the train
then you gone
You would be another nigga sendin' letters home
My nigga, you gotta breathe Chill, just relax
Before you make a move, you just gotta face
outside the church preyin on some saved lives
Or sittin on a scale good enough to taste
I'm better than a protein shake to lose weight
Nigga, no doubt
puddles, they sunk
They still sleep on me like they live in a bunk
Still out to kill these niggas on a hunt
Soon enough I'll be making 50 bands a month
I
[CHORUS]
Hope that, we can be, be together real soon
I hope that, we can be, be together real soon
Just a little bit of gang in the damn thing
Let
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Yeah
Please let me be me
And if not, then let me be
Cuz I feel like the kid
Trying to find a way to live
In world where nothing’s free
I’ve been
music against mine is gonna be profit for my lyrical mixture
As soon as I launched this literature i'm off the market
When I pull the trigger on a topic
I
could do this shit all night
Ooh you know I could do it
Ah
Papa's coming home soon
And never has there been a better time
Falling in style, my sweet love
was happy for him
I was in the cell thinkin' I was comin' home to you and me
How it was before they booked me, but how it's lookin'
It'll never be
Almost nineteen every single time I'm makin rhymes (switch it)
It's that icing ate that cake for my thirteenth time (check it)
Title track better be good
(will come home and love you better)
You can run the streets with your thugs (you feel me, sweetheart? let that nigga be free)
I'll be waitin' for you
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
a nigga with my Whitaker
Wale overseas like my misses purse
She live being coast, nigga I ain't gotta boast
And I'ont need no street sweeper cause I be with
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
pray for better news
I pray you make it home to Momma, I'ma hit you soon
I really missed you, So let's talk
It's been raining fourteen days and it don't
of sight
(Fosco finds a sheet of paper and takes
Out a pen he starts to write)
She'll be locked away by the morning light
Well, the woman's mad
(Fosco
better stand on that
Bang, they must be thinkin' we won't rock out
Soon as them niggas pop out, I'm bound to let some shots out
We pull up I'ma jump
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
why'all know why'all heard of him
Niggaz can not serve him, not see him when he floatin' by, windows be dark tinted
Stop playing thinking you touch him,
can stop
We'll be forgotten like those of old
Building of grass and house of mold
The winds grows strong and the waves are bold
Don't cry now there's no
some other big time customer, probably a hustler
Who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up
I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker
the power of (love)
But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of
Left my girl in the house alone
Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan?
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