| I don’t always do what I should
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| But I do what I gotta do
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| When you’ve been at the bottom, you see the hunger inside of you
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| Don’t say what you won’t do
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| 'Cause it can all change
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| When the going gets tough it’ll drive you insane
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| See I done dodged a couple shots
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| Served a couple blocks
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| Hit a couple corners tryna shake a couple cops
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| I broke a couple rules
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| Ain’t graduate from school
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| 'Cause I was busy hustling, man,
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| I thought that shit was cool
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| See I gotta keep it real with you baby
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| 'Cause the shit I used to do is what made me
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| And I’m hoping I ain’t gotta go back to the trap
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| 'Cause we really know that we don’t want that
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| But if I don’t make it home tonight
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| Tell my mama that I love her
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| Leave some flowers for my brother
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| Girl I love ya
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| But if I don’t make it home tonight
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| Take some money to my sister
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| I don’t ever want her chasing after niggas
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| 'Cause where I’m from
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| Niggas outchea dying every day
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| And they ain’t no bad, they just tryna make a way
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| And I ain’t no different
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| So if I get missing
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| These are my last wishes
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| I hope you get them right
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| Girl if I don’t make it home tonight
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| I know it’s harsh
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| But this is how I feel, girl it’s coming from the heart
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| I hope it doesn’t end the way it had to start
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| 'Cause it started out bad but I made it this far
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| But everyone ain’t tryna see me make it
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| Or they only wanna see me win so they can take it
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| 'Cause I know it’s hard to find a job
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| So niggas kill and rob
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| There’s a chance that I won’t make it here tomorrow
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| Being honest
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| Would you miss me? |
| Would you miss me?
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| Would you walk up to my casket? |
| Would you kiss me?
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| My life is schizophrenic, I’m just tryna stay sane
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| Pour a cup full, hope it take away the pain
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| I said you know I I I I came from the projects, nigga
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| Don’t care if it kill me, I die, won’t stay in them projects nigga
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| You know I’m fresh as a motherfucker, in case that I die tonight
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| Got a lot on my mind, you know that I’m high tonight
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| I left that black Hublot at home
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| So really I don’t got the time
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| My nigga got power quarter, heard that he dropped the dime
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| Failure’s no option nigga, you out of yo fucking mind
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| Risked my life and my freedom for it
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| So ain’t none of you stopping my… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make It Home , by - August Alsina. Song from the album Testimony, in the genre R&B