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House Arrest Tingz
by Fairplay 2333
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We been broke so we hustle for tomorrow
Drive that Hyundai like a rental to Chicago
I been tryna find my brother only God knows
I'm going crazy bout my baby she my heart hoe
Tryna stack like Welsfargo
Forgiato on a truck dont impress Qui
I'm goin' crazy and she see but accept me
Tryna move my daughter out her mother crib
It's sunny where her daddy live
Daddy give his life for yours that's a fair exchange
Streets cold charge it to the game
Ice grill niggas cook you with that winter heat
Drop the dope up in the blender let the powders meet
Came along way from them trenches still I barley sleep
Bunch food up in the fridge but still I barely eat
I'm barely me shit i'm feeling like a shell of me
Couple rockets got that Westbrook and Harden
From projects never ever dreamed of Harvard
I just took the hardaway
Like Hardaway had hard-a-days on fathers days
On mother's day I got granny something
It took my mother die for me to know I miss her
God u got her now let her know I miss her
A lot of pride between me & my sister
Sometimes I sit and just look at pictures
But not for long I gotta handle biznes
Daughter need the best of me her mama wont let up
Ain't called me in month cuz her momma won't let her
Shit i just pray her momma let up
And any hurt she got in her heart I cannot help her
Lot that I could say but I won't because this ain't place
Shooters took a Ace off the deck we hit a face card
Still won't bring em back to the pack so I just pray thru it
Cheese on my mind I need a new position
And I'm steeping on the opposition
Like 1-800 what's the proposition
The stove still dirty like its pots and dishes
Fish with the birdies got rod for robbers
Built with the shorties give heart to heartless
Stand on ya own two God to the godless
We been broke so we hustle for tomorrow
Drive that Hyundai like a rental to Chicago
I been tryna find my brother only God knows
I'm going crazy bout my baby she my heart hoe
Tryna stack like Welsfargo
Forgiato on a truck dont impress Qui
I'm goin' crazy and she see but accept me
Tryna move my daughter out her mother crib
It's sunny where her daddy live
Daddy give his life for yours that's a fair exchange
Streets cold charge it to the game
Ice grill niggas cook you with that winter heat
Drop the dope up in the blender let the powders meet
Came along way from them trenches still I barley sleep
Bunch food up in the fridge but still I barely eat
I'm barely me shit i'm feeling like a shell of me
Couple rockets got that Westbrook and Harden
From projects never ever dreamed of Harvard
I just took the hardaway
Like Hardaway had hard-a-days on fathers days
On mother's day I got granny something
It took my mother die for me to know I miss her
God u got her now let her know I miss her
A lot of pride between me & my sister
Sometimes I sit and just look at pictures
But not for long I gotta handle biznes
Daughter need the best of me her mama wont let up
Ain't called me in month cuz her momma won't let her
Shit i just pray her momma let up
And any hurt she got in her heart I cannot help her
Lot that I could say but I won't because this ain't place
Shooters took a Ace off the deck we hit a face card
Still won't bring em back to the pack so I just pray thru it
Cheese on my mind I need a new position
And I'm steeping on the opposition
Like 1-800 what's the proposition
The stove still dirty like its pots and dishes
Fish with the birdies got rod for robbers
Built with the shorties give heart to heartless
Stand on ya own two God to the godless
