Yhung D - Make It Home

Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home
Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home
I be really outside i b really in da field
And im really in da field so i gotta keep a Steel
If we all go down man i promise not to Squeal
Niggaz purpin on da gram be the first Ones getting drilled
We aint playin on no games yeh we take This shit foreal
I be hanging w sum shootas who aint Never scared to kill
Im just talkin all my shit give a fuck how Niggas feel
Up top aiming aint no reason for a shield
Shots come down me and my niggas Always riding
Shots come down why you pussy niggas Hiding?
Trip of one of us then the whole gang Slidin
If i got it on me now best believe that i aint
Fighting
Never trust a bitch cause these bitches Always lying
Been thru hella shit but u never catch me Crying
Smoke a wood to numb the pain now i Feel that i am flying
Curving bitches getting money man that Shit so satifying
Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home
Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home
Lota niggaz speaking down but ill never Let it phase me
Gotta keep it on me cause these niggas Tryna take me
Lean up in my cup got a niggas feeing Lazy
All these demons in my bed gotta nigga
Feeling krazy
She tryna have my kids yeh she tryna Have my baby?
Never love a bitch cause these bitches Hella shady
Never trust a bitch cause these bitches Tried to play me
You tell that bitch u love her yeh i tell that Bitch to pay me
Never trust no nigga lota niggas have Betrayed me
Stuck up in these streets i just hope Somebody saves me
Talking to the devil when the sky is getting
Rainy
Fell in Love with the hood yeh its what These streets had made me
Feeling Yg cause my life has been so Brazy
Gotta Keep it on me yeh i keep it for my
Safety
Gang full of shootas i aint talkin bout the Navy
Aintsocial in this bitch cause these niggas Be fugazi
Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home
Many thoughts up in my head man i wish That i was dead
But im thinking in my head man i gotta get This bread
On my hip i got that chrome and that Money on my dome
Lotta niggaz want me gone i just pray to Make it home

Written by:
diego alamilla

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