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Can't Go Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs) Paroles

The Jacka

Album Murder Weapon

Paroles de Can't Go Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

My people lookin' at me, sayin', "Boy, you made it out"
But I wasn't happy 'til we all had the same amount
Pops locked, crack the only thing can save us now
Mom's hooked, but tough luck is what made my style
My fam is Spanish, lent a hand and they just took advantage
All the time, embrace Islam and every prayer was answered
Never asked Allah for material items
I just prayed for the days I ran into my rivals
In my hood, double drums on all of our rifles
You wasn't birthed on the earth if you know more than I know
Though I'm the best, I'm still upset you worship or idol
The illest niggas that you heard, and we don't even try to
Young and wild lifestyle really hard to survive through
No matter how hard you are, one day, a nigga gon' try you
You can take this how you want, I'm only here to remind you
Disrespect me all you want because I'm comin' to find you

Got my pistol out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do with the bread now?
It's gettin' hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long

In my hood, clip extensions on all of our rifles
That pussy good, if she clockin' that paper, might wife her
I'm through the wood, dancin' on dope, moonwalkin' like Michael Pull a brick of hundreds out in ones, these hoes harass me
Since I touched the game, this shit ain't been the same
They tryna freeze me out but they can't kill the Kane
Make a million every time I drop, so fuck the fame
I can put some youngins on your bumper for a piece of change
Cocaine in the bubble, we was silly, man
If I get the cheddar, say I did it for my niggas, man
Don't you know that?
Nigga, don't you know that?

Got my pistol out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do with the bread now?
It's gettin' hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long