| Make it all go away
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| I need racky-rack-racks in my safe
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| I say «Be careful» not «Be safe», because they break
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| Ooh, land ain’t free, ain’t no home for the brave
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| On the roadtrip with my brother, my cousin in the whip with me
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| The car was from the auction, my uncle gave that gift to me
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| No fan built or no heat, that snow was hittin' differently
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| Couldn’t wait to see my bitch, to suck me up consistently
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| Gifties from groceries, that money swipe consistenly
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| Waste a few on the food, the steakhouse look expensively
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| No more ramen from cups, Hibachi noodles instantly
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| Yeah, I know I’m shallow, but my pockets still got density (Big bands)
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| Of course I could’ve been life at my original home
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| It took my bitch to leave for me to get up and go
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| Thinkin' 'bout her with that weirdo was my funeral
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| It’s funny how I’m scammin' with a heart full of gold
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| I consider my taste exquisite, always artfully chose
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| But the thing about that artist, that’ll sit on your soul
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| Once you paint outside your house, you still gotta hang in your home
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| So if you get somebody that’ll part of you
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| Make it all go away
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| I need racky-rack-racks in my safe
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| I say «Be careful» not «Be safe», because they break
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| Ooh, land ain’t free, ain’t no home for the brave
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| I done took my life from being at stake to eatin' steak
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| I see my brother who just here for eight
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| I seen the startin' totin' the Ks and rollin' up the J
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| Forgot about I, fell victim to the apes
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| So I’m flyin' to the H, I fuckin' with Trav
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| He the major down there
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| They gave big brother his own day
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| A vicarious vision, wish I was this in the bay
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| Because I came out so different, niggas don’t see me that way
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| But I’m coolin', I’m rulin', just like the slickest of Rick’s
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| Livin' like a Leo, I’m lion though, but I sing like I’m Richie
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| Can’t and we cuttin' up, I’m just stackin' my kimche
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| Tell my bitch that I love 'em, it’s ain’t dicussion she’s pretty
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| Come from the pistols
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| Of course I want silver spoon, all bells and the whistles
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| They livin' through them pixels, men, get off your phones
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| And to the bangers, people who want everything
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| And they gon' take it all away
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| I need racky-rack-racks in my safe
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| I say «Be careful» not «Be safe», because they break
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| Ooh, land ain’t free, ain’t no home for the brave
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| Ain’t no home for the brave |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Home For The Brave, artist - Guapdad 4000. Album song Platinum Falcon Returns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп