Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - Myers
Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home |
CGE thats home |
They say home is where the heart is |
Tell me why most of siblings are locked or in a casket |
Im from where you’re only broke |
If you stay sitting on your asses |
Hearin mayday is a snitch |
And fam i wouldn’t put it past him |
Half-hearts wouldn’t last 24's in plaist |
I dont care about no shows |
Just pump my shit from ur car |
Cos ive shed nuff tears got nuff scars |
Came from doctoring the date on a buspass |
To foreign joints |
Heard some youts been talkin shit about scoring points |
This years looking like a whitewash |
Crash it at ur car till its a write off |
I said this years looking like a whitewash |
Thats 2 up n 2 down like dutch' chain |
Niggas gettin tannned n they dont sunbathe |
This 1's for my hombres |
Dussin from the mumbai |
Alot of shit I can’t say |
Now Im sounding like that fat prick |
Lemme switch it back quick |
Still cut down ur crop with pegs |
Talkin big fuck off trees forget arms they got legs |
Tough eggs on steds |
N am hearing they got arms but for sure they got legs |
This is north side of Newham no stress |
We produce savages nothing more nothing less |
Armed response of a text |
Thats anywhere anytime |
They wana blackball the ting its okay |
We dont mind thats just normal life. casj |
Free Snizzy why they shaky dem |
Get round on a KTM |
Too busy chopping trees |
To cut the grass n see the snake in dem |
But still i keep away from dem |
Real violence on mazza |
Shouts Big E, P Skitts, A3 n Blacka |
They held it down when it mattered |
Block could’ve got flattened |
Like that could realy happen |
Team strong like Zlatan |
Match those curbs too, tell em free that boy too |
When you’ve seen your boy dead |
You dont forget that |
Members in the car when you stepped |
You dont forget that |
When you was on a low and they slept |
You dont forget that |
Do him on his nose he’ll go home |
He won’t forget that |
When you’ve seen your boy dead |
You dont forget that |
Members in the car when you stepped |
You dont forget that |
When you was on a low and they slept |
You dont forget that |
Do him on his nose he’ll go home |
He won’t forget that (regret that) |
I ain’t sittin on the fence |
Niggas know how I fly |
Fuck an eye for an eye |
Its a head for a leg |
The ground moves where i step |
Newham borough living |
Driveby’s, shootouts, cats robbing all the women |
But still you ain’t living how we’re living |
Fast lane dolce auto b we are driven |
I can feel it in the air |
Its like everyday is calling |
Know about them late nights n early starts in the morning |
But I’ve been having dreams n nightmares that I’m falling |
Waking up to cold sweats and flashbacks without warning |
I’m a Newham Gen, hence the hospital i was born in |
I ain’t worried bout no threat |
I bill 1 up and then I pour it (I just bill it up) |
I’m from the side of the hill where it goes down |
These likkle youts won’t take shit off no man |
Go bang, go slang, go jail n get dead |
He got sucked everybody knows |
But nothing gets said |
Move out whilst you can that’ll be ur best bet |
Cos you won’t be banging when ur resting |
6 feet, shits peak, watch who your friends be |
Cos on a sly he might envy and turn snake |
N show em where ur foods at |
Now some jack boys they’re enroute to remove that |
Its true fact |
If you grew up in my borough you know what snakey is |
The roads are cold they make you shiver like that snakey kid |