Homecoming King - Montana of 300.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Walter Bradford
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Walter Bradford
[00:02.94][Chorus]
[00:13.89]He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
[00:17.13]Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
[00:20.82]Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
[00:24.18]Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own
[00:27.33]Yeah, go home, King, yeah
[00:29.76]Your family needs you, so go home, King, yeah
[00:33.03]The streets don't need you, that's not home team
[00:36.57]I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah
[00:41.46]He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
[00:44.55]Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
[00:48.27]Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
[00:51.78]Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own
[00:54.81]Yeah, go home, King, yeah
[00:57.21]Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay
[01:00.48]The streets don't need you, that's not home team
[01:04.02]I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah
[01:08.40][Verse 1]
[01:09.03]He just wanted to flex in a foreign, wanted to drip in designer and Jordan's
[01:12.72]I know how it be when you buzzin', getting fly on the honeys, I know they be swarming
[01:15.93]It's a trap you don't see, it's a game, they could never play you if you forfeit
[01:19.29]Gotta leave like you getting deported, seen the hardest niggas turn informant
[01:22.71]Realest shit that I ever recorded, give 'em bars like I would in warrant, ay
[01:26.43]Death doesn't come with a warning, ay, too many black mothers mourning, ay
[01:29.79]Momma gotta pay for your casket, but you know that she cannot afford it
[01:33.03]While she's given the last of her cash up, they'll be making money off your organs
[01:36.81]I know some niggas that's dead and some niggas in prison that wish that they did right
[01:39.96]It's a lot of not in our kids life, man, you don't wanna know that shit's like
[01:43.44]What you know about interrogations, Police in your face asking where'd you get drugs from
[01:46.77]Getting popped off with pistols, not snitching on niggas when they ask you who'd you get guns from
[01:50.25]What you know 'bout not knowing your out date, just another day down when the sun comes
[01:53.70]What you know about reading no letters and showing your cellies pictures of your loved ones
[01:57.15]I done see niggas with the wrong niggas in the wrong place at the wrong time
[02:00.54]Try to earn stripes, got the wrong kind, they ain't coming home for a long time
[02:03.78][Chorus]
[02:03.99]He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
[02:06.84]Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
[02:10.56]Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
[02:14.07]Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own
[02:17.10]Yeah, go home, King, yeah
[02:19.47]Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay
[02:22.77]The streets don't need you, that's not home team
[02:26.22]I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah
[02:30.69][Verse 2]
[02:31.11]They labeled him a problem child, he love the way that chopper sound
[02:34.56]No one around could calm him down, way too concerned with poppin' out
[02:37.89]Go finish school, stop droppin' out, **** friends, go make your momma proud
[02:41.37]Or she'll hear "sorry, ma'am, your son didn't make it" from that doctor's mouth
[02:45.57]He started off selling grams (flippin it)
[02:47.37]He turned it to hella bands
[02:48.57]He got life, now he wish he made better plans
[02:50.28]Asking God everyday for a second chance
[02:51.81]Reminiscing 'bout his main bitch, got him wishing he could still pipe her
[02:54.96]Now she waving at him from the other side of that glass, windshield wipers
[02:59.01]I bet you thought they wouldn't catch you
[03:00.54]Them lawyers gon' try to finesse you
[03:02.40]I bet you be deep in the club, but every time you in that courtroom it's just you
[03:05.31]Tryna run it up like a win spread, don't share enough and watch your friends flip
[03:08.67]You might **** around and get your kin hit, this the fast life cause it ends quick
[03:12.03]Tryna get rich, but we die tryin', friends falling out like they skydiving
[03:15.63]Shootin' bullets at his old homies, tryna clap 'em up and they ain't high fiving
[03:19.17]Picture leaving your family and your face all over the TV when they cut the news on
[03:22.89]Cold face and a suit on, now they talking to you at your tombstone
[03:26.07][Chorus]
[03:26.28]He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
[03:29.13]Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
[03:32.91]Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
[03:36.36]Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own
[03:39.39]Yeah, go home, King, yeah
[03:41.76]Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay
[03:45.06]The streets don't need you, that's not home team
[03:48.57]I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah