Blu, Jimetta Rose - Home lyrics

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Uh, 88 karats on my gold face
Shining like the Golden State
Ridin on Daytons, banging for my whole race
All black, no blanks
Spacings on my ball cap
Playin like we all stacked aces
New money, all black faces
Tell them bummy niggas fall back
Bases play never broke we gon forever blow
Blue weed, blue money, Blu do it better fo'
Hoes on my level know I
Shine like a bezel bro, bro
Treasure forever glow
Them specials be especially special too
She knew it

She tried to hold me back but she blew it
My partner bought an old school Buick
And let me cruise it
Was sittin in the liquor store wonderin'
What the beep was I doin
And thank God it was music nigga
Then I'm home gonna take a miracle
Cause by now, I know I need you so
Hope that you can catch me when I fall
I know that you can catch me
Catch me when I fall

Good golly, hair got me started on the giddy
Yo
Plenty in the memory from last night, dizzy
Yo eighty shots of Henny
Took an eighth of my memory
On my cellphone, telling this chick
She could forget me
I was so stoned, taking this ho home
No phone
Hand signaling niggas, like I don't roam
Playing that postpone on 'em for the fifth
Niggas played Soul Provider sixty
Times in the whip
I'm like homes ain't never sold dope
He ain't never seen crack
He ain't never had to tote
What he think that he G for? Them
Niggas need PO's to be dope
Please folk, ya got the game crushed
You need dough
Live from the 53-0, from out the weed smoke
And Henny we pour, I emerge for all my people
Who ain't never seen the world like me
Still ain't forgot where I'm from
But now we back like the Prodigal son
I'm home

Gonna take a miracle
Cause by now, I know I need you so
Hope that you can catch me when I fall
I know that you can catch me
Catch me when I fall

I stay payed every first of the month
Dropping 100 on them meals for the times
We couldn't pay for a lunch
We live the life niggas couldn't
Live once, twisting up, getting drunk
Pushing the young, pushing my lungs
To the fullest extent, with
The goodest intent, 'til the hood is content
I only put it on the hood cause I'm bent
She came out the bar pushing a Bent
I came out the bar pushing a pent
But go together like pepper and mint
Christian but she never made it to lent
My money made a denim

Still I never knew what made lint
It make sense right?
Now make dollars 'til you get your
Shit polished like a new whip
Models on the tip like 'weilers on the
Fence or Impalas on the strip
Had the keys to the city since
A kid my nig, I'm home, uh

Gonna take a miracle
In a year that has been so improbable
The impossible has happened!