| I’m screaming
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| «Soon home in my room «A n**** took my watch
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| I guess I just had to do road
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| Truth told, I should be out there with my two bros
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| But I couldn’t let that n**** get away with my two tones
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| So I’m 'ere mashing
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| Got my machinery, really missing the scenery
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| Crazy women were preeing me
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| Taking pics with my heat on me
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| Fire’s in me but I’m firing
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| I’m the guy in my city, I’m on all sorts
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| I came from
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| That was me and, we were on the ting
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| It’s funny, they were hating all before we started caking
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| Tell 'em like
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| Thank you to the fans for writing Akelle
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| Big up the people who sent messages to Haile and Elz
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| Whoever said jail ain’t hard must be joking
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| Enough bruddas showed me love, on a grown ting
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| They think I’m coming out on a mad ting but I ain’t feeling too
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| Confident, jumping on stage straight from a dinner queue
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| Maybe it’s just all in my head, true I hit a few
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| Have you ever been blamed for something that you really didn’t do?
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| I’m done with it
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| Them dumb n****s, they can run with it
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| I’m still beating off my mash on my ones, init
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| I’m still eating a couple racks off of one visit
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| If I ain’t done the shit I say, I done my-
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| Na I did it
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| I’ve had to dish sweets outs with my mummy there
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| When I talk sweets man, I ain’t talking gummy bears
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| I ain’t really good at maths but the money’s there
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| Been in for a while, I still gotta do another year
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| I’m in the can, catch me bagging up ounces
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| Sitting on these n****s, never catching me crouching
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| Fuck top 10, I need a number one
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| I got robbed for my watch and I bought another one
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| I’m sick with it
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| I made a hit and made six digits
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| , I slid in 'em
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| Mad love soon as I came home
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| Yeah I put my hands up, I was there, yep
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| But them n****s, they weren’t in it
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| It’s like, why would you race if you know you ain’t winning?
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| I was live on the stage
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| I ride any day, but some n****s they ain’t willing
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| Yo, people don’t like me
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| I’m Gucci stepping, unruly weapon in my jeans
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| They got to grab it, tried me
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| To walk a fucking mile in my trainers, you need my feet
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| I been rhyming, freestyling, clean timing
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| I been trying
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| I need
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| But the path I’m going down right now, it’s too dark for me
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| Friends that don’t go to my ma’s yard and ask for me
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| 'Bredrin', friends that can’t even send a tenner in
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| This is why when I try answering my phone, I just let it ring |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soon Home (In2lude) , by - WSTRN. Song from the album DOU3LE 3AK, in the genre R&B