| Sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| Sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| Well, the walls are talking to me
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| And I know you think I’m wrong
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| But sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo
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| Say you got to hang up but the man won’t let go
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| Oh, my nigga say it ain’t so
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| Now we speaking on some niggas that he say he ain’t know
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| We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops
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| So close niggas thought we had the same pops
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| Graduated, gettin' money on the same blocks
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| But things changed and we ain’t end up in the same box
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| Hear 'em whispers, «it ain’t adding up»
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| Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain’t mad enough
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| I never thought I’d be the last man standing up
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| I never thought I’d had have to question «Were you man enough?»
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| Long letters how the streets got the best of you
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| Telling all your cellies how come I ain’t sitting next to you
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| Yeah, see I can read between the lines
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| So it’s awkward when you call and I gotta press 5
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| Sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| Sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| I think the Feds are looking through me
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| Can’t you hear it in my tone?
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| So I’m sorry nigga, I’m tryna come home
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| Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our calls
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| Tryna act normal but the writing is on the wall
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| It’s like I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the wall
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| But I just let it ride so I don’t be the next to fall
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| (They say been getting money while I’m gone
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| And wasn’t he tryna holla at my bitch when I was home)
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| Nah, he selling cars, it’d be him and Lil Rome
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| I’m just tryna offset what he was saying on my phone
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| Nowadays niggas don’t need shovels to bury you
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| Pointing fingers like pallbearers how they carry you
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| So much for death before dishonor
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| Might as well have a robe and gavel like your honor
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| I just sit and wonder, play it by the numbers
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| When you ride like lightning then you crash like thunder
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| Seen your baby mama she ain’t even know if she should speak
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| What the fuck is there to say knowing her king’s now weak saying…
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| Let’s talk real niggas, let’s speak real, nigga
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| How many niggas you know snitching you ain’t killed, nigga?
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| Covered his own tracks, he didn’t care that
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| We had a legacy he killed, I got to wear that
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| Every move we ever made is getting stared at
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| I bet the man inside his mirror doesn’t stare back
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| Break your heart when the man you call your brother
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| Be the same one that setting in motion all them undercovers
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| Called my mom mother, was at my graduation
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| When I signed my record deal you was my motivation
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| From great friends now it’s no affiliation
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| Divided by the time he was facing
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| Once he told me that… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song S.N.I.T.C.H. , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп