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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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