N***a's Home Alone (feat. Breana Marin)

Try to look for me when I'm gone
Baby's crying on the streets and I'm walking all alone
Direction home stoned
Don't call me to my phone (Shit)
I just wanna get it on my own
I got papers and weed
Let me go on
Let me take another hit
First Smoke
Then you know whats going on?
Nigga's home alone
Let's take a hit from our bong
Singin' on the street my new rap is born
This shit is better than xVideos soft and hard porn
Ready for the show your popcorns are done
You can't stop me when my rappers mode is on
Incoming call, I got no ringtone
Please press pause oh no you don't
No rear mirror just look infront
Lack in patience generation but at least I have controls

Chill, let me roll my weed
No cigarette, you know what I mean
I don't need it since I was nineteen
Three years were enough to be smoking that shit
People get surprised I'm rolling pure weed
They look at me like "I have never seen"
The R you know, he is the microphone fiend
Now Nello Shortt prays Lord, forgive me for the next sin
Swimming like a fish on the sea before the dish
Rollin the cheese
I look like chinese
So please
Go out of here is gonna come the police
I got no mo' money to pay more bills
But I'm lucky
Blue light
I decide to run
If I scape from here tomorrow I'm gonna be fine
It looks so funny, but it's not at all
I start running now, like it's a world at war



Credits
Writer(s): Ramon Recio Diaz, Antonio Segura I Ubieto
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