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Suede, this my shit)All the way home (Trauma Tone)All the way homeCrossroad, I knowTonight somebody won't make it homeOut here on my ownSomebody tell me where I went wrongI need ten of 'emToo rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'emNigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'emI'm the one took that LThey who gained, they ain't win nothin'Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okayCaught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my wayI'ma move around, you just pull up and sprayMeet me in Vallеy Park, get the payment aftеr darkHomicide ridin' down 38Brainstorm at night, don't see nothingLook for you at night, guess that love shit, it don't mean nothingThese killers with me, they mean all harm, ohLost in the streets and that shit taking my soulThey'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I knowBack against the wall, I'll blow my poleTrapped, I ain't get no codeI don't owe them shit, probably owe my brosMy love on full, I'm fucking on her with no rubberIt's gutter, I struggledI let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscleTeach you how to hustleThis Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love itBrand-new whip, tell them people don't touch itFear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutchingI need ten of 'emToo rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'emNigga came up out the bullpen ridin' with a full clip, I say give it to 'emI'm the one took that LThey who gained, they ain't win nothin'Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okayMaserati truck (Skrrt, skrrt) , I'm goneMurder, I'ma pray that I make it back homeDump dead, Q feel everything goneDave dead, I just want everybody goneLate-night blues at the cemeteryGo and catch a body, I'll see you in HeavenNorthside 38, 4trey steppin'Green leave you red, that's flag activityStay sticked up, that's real infinityBig bro chemist in the kitchenYoung bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistryGravedigger chain, that's historyI know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' meNigga, just keep your distanceI can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing meFuck that, better yet, bet a millionAll the way homeAll the way homeAll the way homeAll the way homeCrossroad, I knowTonight somebody won't make it home (I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home)Out here on my own (Fuck 'em)Somebody tell me where I went wrong
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