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homies
by Leah
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I ain't ever gone stop
(get rich or dying trying to get to the top)
Sometimes i can't even do shit
But i swear the new shit really gone pop
(oh)
Really been on my block
Think they even know my name in the shop
But it's still fuck the city
The memories always with me
It's a pity everybody just talk
But they don't really know me (nah)
They just wanna trip about the old me
But we used to be homies
Now i'd just rather be left alone please
Fuck what you told me
I think i'd rather be lonely
For a minute just hold me
We was homies
They don't know me now
Shit got lonely
Now it's only bout
Fuck who faker
Get this paper
No more phases
Ima be on stages soon
Sent him my demo
Now he got it on replay
I'll make it out of the city one of these days
He wanna know what the street pay
He don't wanna hold these drugs though
Don't gotta worry bout if we payed
I'll fuck around and maybe fuck him while my beat plays
Catch me in a backpack on a weekday
LV bag at the club though
(at the club though x2)
Catch me in a backpack on a weekday
LV bag at the club though
Who need a homie i'm lonely and that be Pleasing
In the club, girls on me they tryna be friends
But they just wanna party on the weekends
But i play along
Cos maybe that bitch gone play my songs
I ain't ever gone stop
(get rich or dying trying to get to the top)
Sometimes i can't even do shit
But i swear the new shit really gone pop
(oh)
Really been on my block
Think they even know my name in the shop
But it's still fuck the city
The memories always with me
It's a pity everybody just talk
But they don't really know me (nah)
They just wanna trip about the old me
But we used to be homies
Now i'd just rather be left alone please
Fuck what you told me
I think i'd rather be lonely
For a minute just hold me
We was homies
They don't know me now
Shit got lonely
Now it's only bout
Fuck who faker
Get this paper
No more phases
Ima be on stages soon
Sent him my demo
Now he got it on replay
I'll make it out of the city one of these days
He wanna know what the street pay
He don't wanna hold these drugs though
Don't gotta worry bout if we payed
I'll fuck around and maybe fuck him while my beat plays
Catch me in a backpack on a weekday
LV bag at the club though
(at the club though x2)
Catch me in a backpack on a weekday
LV bag at the club though
Who need a homie i'm lonely and that be Pleasing
In the club, girls on me they tryna be friends
But they just wanna party on the weekends
But i play along
Cos maybe that bitch gone play my songs
