Letras
I know they lacing the product but would you smoke with me
I got a quarter pound of mid that we can blow through
And you fine as hell
I'm tryna know you
And show you different than what other bitches told you
I mean I'm -
Aficionado
Views from the grado
Dead the situation when the feelings getting hallow
Promise I'd do better with the time you let me borrow but I'm sorry baby
And mama always told you to take care of them kids
Dirty Mack and n**** hit him right in his soul
Life's good ain't no need in flipping my lid
Hyperventilating I was on my way home
They gone lace the media to poison the kids
Take away the medicine and leaving em cold
Look at what they gave us how the fuck imma live
Got me renovating tryna make it a home
I mean damn
Home
Home
Home
Find your way
You find your way
Back home
Home
Home
Find your way
You find your way
Back home
Home
Home
High life center stage
My life been appraise
Fine wine dinner plate
Skin tough tender age
Tender headed n**** had to buck enough to run the fade
Rag silk sonic wav
Broad day
Taylor made
Pieces that was funded off of muscle and bone
Off of my ass
Hand in a bag
Looking for stone
Shawty took my little pack and left her lighter at home
Matter fact my n****
Pass me the jawn
I'm finna take these
Home
Home
Home
Alright,
Matter fact