Texty

Okay, okay, okay Got marijuana all in my palms Got honey mustard all in my jeans Got Based God slappin in my car "O'Block" and the "Fuck KD" Got a list full of all my wrongs Tryna run up 'fore my God take me Got a scraper and I'm ready, rolling hella fucking heavy Through the city screaming "Forgive me!" Got commas coming you can bet on that Used to run around, let my headphones slap Used to hit them licks with all my friends and them My big homie pawn that shit, then we spend that cash Used to sit in back, telling slicks like hey "Take a pic of that, send that shit my way" Used to talk big game like "Bitch, run my fade" But I'm soft as fuck, you know my ass got laid The fuck I let go, got beefs callin my mom She give me them whoopings when I get at home Like I didn't just get my ass beat at the park But it's cool, swear it's cool, I get love now I'm on that She come to the shows and take shots with the fans Got licks from the belt when got caught with the grams Now I burn 'em with confidence all on my porch Cause I'm home and I'm grown and I do it all for this singing I'm coming home Make a place for me Let the love inside Take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father form my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home Make a place for me Let the love inside Take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father form my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today If I die before I wake, if I go before you do Pray to god my family's straight I'll pass 'em down a house or two My grandson know his poppa was a fucking legend in these streets They play me out apartment windows Soundtrack every metro seat Tapatio still on my popcorn Ride around still calling shotgun Never really gave the homies gas money But I'm whipping now I'm screamin that I got us Cause the homies they knew I had something special, and I knew it too I tell'em to give me some time when "We all gon' be straight, Gon' be hoes at them shows, and a boat for the lake" Aw, damn Oh, God now Daddy say we warriors We from the res, we beat that cancer, beat addiction Fuck with us We let too many dudes with no money talk It was Fallon, so I'm silent when I move And the numbers speak for me now, I'm coming I'm coming home Make a place for me Let the love inside Take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father form my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home Make a place for me Let the love inside Take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father form my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home Make a place for me Let the love inside Take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father form my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today
Writer(s): Magnus Tingsek, Allen Stone, Nima Abbassi, Travis Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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