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Babe, can you go check on her real quick?Alright, safe— where you're fromBunce Road, throw your hands up(Babe, can you go check on the baby real quick?)It's that Bragg Boulevard, reportin' live from (Safe—)I know the whole world blowin' up your phoneI wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home?(Yeah, alright, safe—)Kane Road, Eutaw, throw your hands upBonnie Doone, Lewis Heights, yeah, it's been a while(Alright, safe—)I know the whole world blowin' up your phoneI wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? (Yeah)Yo, Jermaine, what's thе word?I got a new number, delеte that old oneBy now, I'm sure you must've heard'Bout how I got jammed up and had to sit someIt's nothin', know I did longer bids, this was a quick oneI never hit you 'cause I know niggas be playin' victimBeggin' you for big sums of dough when income's lowThat ain't my style, it'll never beTo me, you'll always be my dog, not a celebrityAnd plus, you did enoughWired me bands way back when it was roughLast night, when it was dusk, ran into Jizzle at Cross CreekYou know how he be movin' like he in a rushTold him, "Come through to the crib over at Haymount Hills"We sat in my living room, where then we lit a DutchI ain't even know that he smoke like thatDrank a few beers, it's been years since we joked like thatYo, I seen Brina on the 'Gram, she don't post like thatBut bo, she's still badOne of the baddest bitches the 'Ville hadLotta these hoes fallin' off, and it's real sadHow time can rob us of our best daysAs we slave for peasant wageWith no nest egg saved for rainy daysBut anyways, what's up? I thought about you, holla at meI would love to catch up, I know you busyBut you in my prayers, God bless you and your affairsStay aware 'cause real niggas is rare, dog, safetySafety, safety, safety(Westside, Cliffdale, throw your hands upMerc Mob, Shaw Road, reportin' live from)I know the whole world blowin' up your phone(Safety, safety)I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home?Safety, safety, safety(Northside, Terror Garden, where my dogs fromHope Mills, Grays Creek, yeah, it's been a while)I know the whole world blowin' up your phoneI wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' home? (Uh)Ayy, bo, what's goin' on?I feel no way when you don't respond, dogI know your heart, and I know our bondI know a lot is on your plate and more is on your mindBut still I hit you time to time when you crossin' mineI heard that big Mal diedAnd no, I couldn't tell you the causeI know fentanyl's been leavin'Brothers cross-eyed and thingsCan't tell what's killin' more niggas, drugs or crossfireWhen moms cry, it's a shame, as of late, I've seenAn uptick in motorcades, but not for the presidentThese processions are for the negligentSo I don't care to hang outThese younger niggas even quicker than I was to bang outOh, shit, forgot to say I got a daughter nowHere's a pictureShe's startin' to look more like her father nowWhen she cries, her mama put on your songs to calm her downIt's wild, how just the sound of your voiceIt brought a smileDog, I'm proud, you made it out of this bitchFew things are better when a nigga from the bottom get richAlthough I'm sure it brings its own set of problemsMost of the city love youThough a couple seem jealous of your stardomLike, what's up with old buddyThat's makin' songs 'bout you?Was about to punish him viciousBut then I thought about youAnd what you would sayMight tell me to chill, but he violatin' for realLet me know when you comin' backTo the 'Ville, dog, safetySafety, safety, safety(Seabrook, Faye' State, throw your hands up, woohHillsborough, central jive, reportin' live from)I know the whole world blowin' up your phone(Safety, safety)I wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' homeSafety, safety, safety(Raeford Road, Hoke CountyPut your hands up, [?] underdogs, now we worldwide)I know the whole world blowin' up your phoneI wanna know, nigga, when you're comin' homeYo, hit me back when you get the chanceSo many of our peers passed away through the yearsMy appreciation for airs in my lungs has been enhancedYo, Quay passed last nightFrom medical conditions that were too advancedFor doctors to intervene, they couldn't do a thingThey say he dwindled awayUntil his size was that of a figurineIt seemed just like a mysterySome say it was Acquired Immune Deficiency SyndromeWe been known what team he acknowledgedSince we was kids, he lived in a closetBut that changed soon as he went to collegeUp there wilin' at A&TRunnin' with fruity types, dick in the booty typesTight pants, switchin' their hips, paintin' their nailsSo niggas from the 'Ville had to distance ourselvesHe felt a way, remember, he was beefin' with meThat's when he moved to the A, I guess, so he could be freeBut years laterI heard they seen him walkin' on Bragg (Oh-oh-oh-oh)At 2 a. m. with a lace front, dressin' in dragI shook my head, but still, I began to feel bad (Oh-oh)It's like his lifestyle was blockin'All the love that we hadWe turned our backs on himSome of us called him a fa— (Oh-oh-oh-oh)Nah, time's changed, I know that's wrongNow that we grown, I wish I could apologize'Cause we did him wrong (Oh-oh)Man, why it feel like recently niggas ain't livin' long?Rest in peace to your boy Filthee, I heard about that tooLast summer, lotta brothers had got murdered out the blueShit was wild, but anyhow, just reachin' outBearin' bad news infused with what I'm thinkin' 'boutHere go the obituary, and just in caseThere's a program attached that gives you the time and placeIt's that funeral home off the merc', the one adjace'To that used car lot where I copped that Ford EscapeI know fame make that shit hella awkward to be at wakesBut I bet it mean a lot to his family to see your faceIf you can make it home, the viewin' is on ThursdayFuneral on Friday, by plane or by highway, yo' safety(Safety, safety, safety)Safety (Safety, safety)Huh, alright, safety[?] time's up, too stressed to reply (Safety, safety)
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