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Come On Home

GQ

Rated Oakland

24.06.2014

102

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Sample] Come on home, come on home Come on home, come on home [Verse 1] I’m back talking that shit again Oh, perfect game I’m just pitching them Been on this road for a minute, should call Michelen Quentin You only human, I say as if god listenin’ Let me work this out make sure I get my fitness in See another day I’m checking off my bucket list again All they care about is who you fuck and what you whipping in Fishtailing a back road, black hole I’m slipping in See my partners hook me up cause they hustle like fisherman All gold everything but I write with Egyptian pens Oh, music help keep the weak together When we together she candy coated, sweet as nectar My old life is old spice I been free of pepper They like “you went form good, great to even better” No election I’m running I could teach a leopard Faith is when you know you fly when you just got a piece of feather A little different from hers, hers and him But I’mma splash I got birds having the urge to swim Take a note from earth and wind, we all got reasons This world’s where we’ll be till we all stop breathing We all not angels but we all not demons We ain’t got chains on but we all not freemen Like jebodiah of heaven higher then I’mma need a Helicopter if not I’ll cop a angel off a needle Did this shit for lil bob, rest in peace little [?] They just sick now and then, I’m a permanent fever I’mma be here for a minute, change for the meter? Thought I was playing til they paying change for a feature I work my ass off but my brain dizzy Society crazy I shoulda brought ‘caine with me Instead I brought a notepad and pain with me Pops tell me keep playing don’t let that fame get me Shorty duwop get a shot can you blame [Bizee?] She try to reach me but can’t cause I remain busy I never sleep so these bed bugs ain’t bit me I ain’t your bodyguard bitch and shit you ain’t Whitney My favourite rapper still Pac, but I aim Biggie I wish I had my own world like I made Mickey I want enough bread in my pocket to lay in Jiffy They way I rap I stand out like a Vegas hickey More dues, I’m paying plenty, play is tricky Just laugh at ‘em never lettin’ what they say offend me I chase Henny, my bottle float til the bay is empty When I be outta town they love how I display my city Grade school my bae was way cool Til that one day we split up in the alley like Trae and Ricki I know my real folk, I just hope I keep ‘em with me A lotta snakes around but I never let ‘em constrict me Waited a while for this, my brotha say I’m wild for this Think I’m getting back in shape, I ran an extra mile for this [Bridge] I’m back talkin’ that shit again, oh! I’m back talkin’ that shit again, oh! I’m back talkin’ that shit again, oh! [Verse 2] My life taking a wide turn, feet feel numb and my eyes burn Guess they gotta wait for me to sign a cheque You sick of being broke, getting money’s a side effect Grooving, moving like needle speed when I lie detect I ain’t into politics, I just got a high connect Looks on your faces say “I’m impressed” I’m half man, half amazing with a lion chest Part of me is good with life but part of me just need some things I just keep playing two people like I’m Regina King No slide I’m still swinging These rappers is comedy like Varnell Hill singing Love the way the boy bounce back I’m still springing And calls from them unknown numbers still ringing, oh! At the crib blowing my face off, watching face off My day like Malaysian planes never can I take off Pray for them just like I pray for us Swear even the small shit can hurt you like a paper cut Can’t conduct properly, I’m propane fear I’m just all the way out here Kash, control shit when no name said My niggas say I’m ill as fuck, I’m girl say I’m real as fuck The world say the same things we love what be killing us I can make the best out look like an underachiever Better than [?] fucking with me, I’m hafta go with neither In the next life, I’mma wanna meet myself I can’t swallow my pride so will it eat itself? I try to piece myself together, oh Can I feel this good forever, oh I just had to demonstrate Rated Oakland for the summer, this here’s a picnic plate, boy [Verse 3] Other day I had a talk with a teenager Like he saw a ghost way his face was made up 84th and Birch where he reside, hella drama collide Ask him what he wanna be when he grow up, told me “alive” Sirens in the backdrop, he started to flashback Age 9, him and his mom on the AmTrak Leaving everything behind except memories When life had you bugging you travel like centipedes Every day all he do is see his mom stress Can’t talk to pop, he the reason that they in this mess 35 with a 35 to L, no parole Took a hit from the bottle right before he lost control Lost his job, got a baby comin’, can’t tell his wife Now he drunk driving on slick roads and rainy nights Back to the car swervin’, panic and tire screechin’ Vehicle came to a halt now he at fault Body on the asphalt just motionless With enough evidence to spot who the culprit is Doin’ what she can, Uncle Sam say it ain’t enough Momma too busy, so myself I can’t conduct properly Start to let the world just influence him Had the wrong people in his ear start boostin’ him Up to a plateau, classroom in the back row Fuck school if I pass will they let my dad go? Mind set daddy in, mommy try to keep him calm Now the only thing that have him chill is what he cheefing on Keep getting kicked outta schools, he on his third one Used to be an honor roll student And momma just left the doc, she having another son But she don’t have a husband there to help her groom him Days get longer, momma still working shifts He still cutting class with friends in stolen whips Slide cars and puff green, that’s five stars Blank out, wake up missing like five calls Sooner how he should checked his call log Unknown numbers, a voicemail his heart falls Out of his chest, soon as he got the news That his mom and little brother to be had been abused By a man his mom secretly fooled with Before his pops even start doing his time, losin’ his mind Talking through a glass, pops get a visitation Son looking at him face full of desperation Tell him what happened, now pops pissed in disbelief One for what’s going on and one that his wife would cheat Life is deep, mad as fuck, tear drop, wipe his cheek Shake his head, tell his son “you know this ain’t the life for me” Silence falls between ‘em His son looked at him said “yea, but you the reason”
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