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That ain't never comin' home, I know niggas in the-
Yeah
I know niggas in the box that ain't never comin' home
Know niggas in the cell that ain't never comin' home
One fightin' for his life, I just pray he make it home
I know my nigga stressin', I can hear it in his tone
Sometimes a nigga don't even wanna rap no more
Sometimes a nigga wanna grab the strap and up the score
Sometimes a nigga wanna lean and fall back off the load
Sometimes a nigga wanna break down on the floor
I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I said I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
You can keep the 'love you mores', I'm tired of all this fake love
'Fore I ever got locked, I ain't know what faith was
Experience left me paranoid, know where I got them ways from
It's traumatizin' see your nigga get X-d by his day ones
My heart been gone, baby, I can't love you
Sorry I gave you the wrong impression, mami, I ain't the one for you
I ain't talkin' basketball when I got the rock and double
Get your money, count your blessings, remember, remain humble
Couldn't live an instant from my mom, I'll take the pain before the grave
I was baptized in blood, meanin' I don't think no church can save me
On holidays and death days, we been talkin' drums and a good parade
Demons tryna take over my body, devil took me on a date
I been goin' through some things I don't think they understand
Just 'cause you got your gun, that don't make you, Satan's got the upper hand
Brody a vet', he got that bitch start twerkin' even after that bitch jammed
Red rum, homicide, baby, welcome to Corkoland (yeah)
I know niggas in the box that ain't never comin' home
Know niggas in the cell that ain't never comin' home
One fightin' for his life, I just pray he make it home
I know my nigga stressin', I can hear it in his tone
Sometimes a nigga don't even wanna rap no more
Sometimes a nigga wanna grab the strap and up the score
Sometimes a nigga wanna lean and fall back off the load
Sometimes a nigga wanna break down on the floor
I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I said I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
They always tell me, never whip it out if you ain't 'bout to use it
I'm 'bout that action unlike these rappers, baby
Please don't get me confused with -
You say you ain't feelin' today, I could make you move different
You could put that pussy on me, I know what to do with it
Unsatisfied with one kill, bitch, we tryna score again
We took a trip early mornin', then at night we go again
Made 30 thousand and then promised I'd never go broke again
Face-shot left him disfigured, he'll never joke again
The day they took my brother was the day I lost a part of me
Sippin' syrup, poppin' uppers and Percocets like it's hard to sleep
If that bitch ain't on me, it's in reach, it ain't far from me
Gun flashes, all this blood in my eyes make it hard to sleep
You ain't chase and stand over that nigga, you ain't no stepper
I was in the project lot with a Glock when it was pressure
We ain't smoke a fuck nigga, we got a nigga that was reputable
You rubbed elbows with a sucker and there was no friction, that's unacceptable
I know niggas in the box that ain't never comin' home
Know niggas in the cell that ain't never comin' home
One fightin' for his life, I just pray he make it home
I know my nigga stressin', I can hear it in his tone
Sometimes a nigga don't even wanna rap no more
Sometimes a nigga wanna grab the strap and up the score
Sometimes a nigga wanna lean and fall back off the load
Sometimes a nigga wanna break down on the floor
I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
I said I make this shit look easy, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Said I make it look easy
Writer(s): Cory Joseph Isaiah Cannon, Kenyana Jones
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