Testo Back Home - Lg Malique feat. Bankroll Freddie
Testo della canzone Back Home (Lg Malique feat. Bankroll Freddie), tratta dall'album Back Home
(Tre made this beat)
Ian' gone lie them trenches got me scarred
But I learned a lot, just like yo' first time on the stove
You got to learn it's hot
Every nigga I got round me felons but they go get a knot
Mouth stitched up it ain't no telling
When I show you the spot
Steppin' behind me and my kind, nigga right or wrong
My life a movie but Ima stick to writing these songs
Told em his life bout to change don't be ridin' alone
Everybody get in position I'm finally onnnn (yeah)
If everybody played they part and din' debate with me
They would've never got replaced and could've stayed with me
My loyalty is some that's going in the grave with me
Can't run to drugs as you can see it couldn't save Whitney
Can't run to drugs as you can see it couldn't save Whitney
Everybody sitting at yo table till they plate empty
Everybody wanna hit yo blunt until they make it skimpy
Everybody leaning on yo shoulder till they have you limping
My niggas P for real come seal a deal nigga shop
Bankroll got implants got em' thinking it's real or not
My niggas finally fed told them relocate from the block
Planted that shit in they head I preach to em like I'm Pac
Like I'm Pac (aye)
Hail Mary make this shit rain, then evaporate
Shawty blow a nigga like a frag, my lil' soldier bae
Ask about my life yeah I got pride but I'm forever straight
Ian' gone lie them trenches got me scarred
But I learned a lot, just like yo' first time on the stove
You got to learn it's hot
Every nigga I got round me felons but they go get a knot
Mouth stitched up it ain't no telling
When I show you the spot
Steppin' behind me and my kind, nigga right or wrong
My life a movie but Ima stick to writing these songs
Told em his life bout to change don't be ridin' alone
Everybody get in position I'm finally onnnn (yeah)
I had six figures fo' I ever seen a rap deal
My daddy 53 years old and sell crack still (On God)
Baby momma quit ha old job ya baby got a mill
Looking back at my own life mane this shit give me chills
Been shot niggas and I been shot ain't shit to brag about
Aye I'm the only one up out my state that made it out
Try to teach these youngins and the lil bro it's a different route
But some don't listen man they really rather shoot it out
I ain't no killer but don't push me
And nigga never play me like a pussy
And who you think you scaring with that wolfing
Big 9 up on my side I swear this bitch is a fully
I drop a whole 30 swear to God when I pull it (Blrrd)
I'm from Arkansas where niggas they don't make it
He not a gangsta mane I swear that nigga faking
Play if you want and I'ma send yo ass to Satan
Pull up to yo crib and we gone leave that bitch vacant
Ian' gone lie them trenches got me scarred
But I learned a lot, just like yo' first time on the stove
You got to learn it's hot
Every nigga I got round me felons but they go get a knot
Mouth stitched up it ain't no telling
When I show you the spot
Steppin' behind me and my kind, nigga right or wrong
My life a movie but Ima stick to writing these songs
Told em his life bout to change don't be ridin' alone
Everybody get in position I'm finally onnnn (yeah)
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Writer(s): Yannis Michael Kissinger
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