of the history this a one nighta And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter If theres no I.D. adios got no interest in minors I?m on my grown
road that you roam And may sunshine and happiness Surround you when you're far from home And may you grow to be proud, dignified and true And do unto others
it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special
spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little ****** is grown
My teacher carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home
get down some And what's this shit about us Meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us To meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend Need each other
at what this country's got, there shouldn't be nobody homeless How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet The earth wasn't
home) Grow and show pure love Revolution just evolution Know and show pure love Revolution just evolution Grow and show pure love Revolution just evolution
, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up on weed of all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (
rain, sleet, sunny let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming [Chorus] [Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk bout other niggas them other
But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands So we make jokes back home and we lighten the mood But growing up my parents saw what sending
good, haters I don't wanna rock 'em if they study another Bone role Will they do the run in when their comin', when I'm rollin' in my home A son of a
so cold How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow? When you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the other muthafuckers While we right here starvin' at home
damn rhyme Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes
with the flag pole And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home
on capo shit I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow
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way to stay with you again It's more than you ever had And no death brings us apart Our timeless love always grows Because you are my other part I