Home (lil snake Freestyle)
Spent my youth chasing skirt and all my dreams
Bought so much Hennessy I'm not drinking but I pretend to be
The girl I love is some what of a memory
Always hate flashbacks
I don't want your ass back
A gun in my back pack
Got tossed in the car back
The boot
The car ride with the dudes
To sell stuff for who
I'll never tell the truth
These niggas lie every song
My homie died in the fall
With shots flying and all
The lady crying's his
I hate police
I aged quicker than them dudes that hate on me
If we beef I'm Eddie brock
I go to church and talk to god
And ask the Lord to kill my opps
I'm not the one I swear to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's gun violence
I can't be stopped
Don't police me I can't be copped
It cost alot to pay attention when you are the one at fault
My problems dying was a job
Completed and torn apart
We send applications daily on this sites with no reply
My nigga been home 2years mad at his life
Graduated but that paper watered up his eyes
Sometimes I wonder if the Lord ever gets to hear his cries
After highschool I got a job said screw the system
Got some change and realized who payed me was the system
Spent my cheque on woman
Fixed my car and told my dawgs
Let's do these songs I wanna put us on
And never looked back
When I was still stuck in college I never took rap
Serious I mean that year my homie Lisa passed
I was stuck at the hospital
Homie Saul was in a room fighting health scares
My nigga growing out his hair
One call he told me members only coming soon
Year later shook the city and the other dudes
I got homecoming
My next album I'm coming home it's my homecoming
I been housing demons
Lord help me I want everybody else to feel me
They change the rules when we accomplish what they said we couldn't
Rap brought me everything you said this shit wouldn't
Winning every time I rhyme I really been jugging
How I love you but I never got to see your grave
Our friends just ain't the same
See me and Luu been hanging more since I made me my name
I really love her I don't wanna to see her low again
When your best friends a super model face
In every shopping Centre you just can't behave
I really brag different
I'm not like these rap niggas
I just wanna quit my job on jet from my past nigga
I just wanna show my mom in the end that her little son
Made her life easier she always said the lotto was for us
So me I'm coming home
Let the record show
Bought so much Hennessy I'm not drinking but I pretend to be
The girl I love is some what of a memory
Always hate flashbacks
I don't want your ass back
A gun in my back pack
Got tossed in the car back
The boot
The car ride with the dudes
To sell stuff for who
I'll never tell the truth
These niggas lie every song
My homie died in the fall
With shots flying and all
The lady crying's his
I hate police
I aged quicker than them dudes that hate on me
If we beef I'm Eddie brock
I go to church and talk to god
And ask the Lord to kill my opps
I'm not the one I swear to
Only rapper of the year whose album ain't need a Maglera verse
Unless you the homie the rest of you got spun by him
Every verse for me is like America's gun violence
I can't be stopped
Don't police me I can't be copped
It cost alot to pay attention when you are the one at fault
My problems dying was a job
Completed and torn apart
We send applications daily on this sites with no reply
My nigga been home 2years mad at his life
Graduated but that paper watered up his eyes
Sometimes I wonder if the Lord ever gets to hear his cries
After highschool I got a job said screw the system
Got some change and realized who payed me was the system
Spent my cheque on woman
Fixed my car and told my dawgs
Let's do these songs I wanna put us on
And never looked back
When I was still stuck in college I never took rap
Serious I mean that year my homie Lisa passed
I was stuck at the hospital
Homie Saul was in a room fighting health scares
My nigga growing out his hair
One call he told me members only coming soon
Year later shook the city and the other dudes
I got homecoming
My next album I'm coming home it's my homecoming
I been housing demons
Lord help me I want everybody else to feel me
They change the rules when we accomplish what they said we couldn't
Rap brought me everything you said this shit wouldn't
Winning every time I rhyme I really been jugging
How I love you but I never got to see your grave
Our friends just ain't the same
See me and Luu been hanging more since I made me my name
I really love her I don't wanna to see her low again
When your best friends a super model face
In every shopping Centre you just can't behave
I really brag different
I'm not like these rap niggas
I just wanna quit my job on jet from my past nigga
I just wanna show my mom in the end that her little son
Made her life easier she always said the lotto was for us
So me I'm coming home
Let the record show
Credits
Writer(s): Thabiso Moya
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