The Jacka, Freddie Gibbs - Can't Go Home lyrics

Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸

[The Jacka, Freddie Gibbs - Can't Go Home lyrics]

My people lookin' at me, sayin', "Boy
You made it out"
But, I wasn't happy 'til we all
Had the same amount pops locked
Crack the only thing can save us now
Mom's hooked
But tough luck is what made my style
My fam is Spanish
Lent a hand and they just took advantage
All the time
Embrace Islam and every prayer was answered
Never asked Allah for material items
I just prayed for the days
I ran into my rivals
In my hood, double drums on all of our rifles
You wasn't birthed on the earth if
You know more than I know
Though I'm the best
I'm still upset you worship or idol
The illest niggas that you heard
And we don't even try to


Young and wild lifestyle really
Hard to survive through
No matter how hard you are, one day
A nigga gon' try you
You can take this how you want
I'm only here to remind you
Disrespect me all you want because
I'm comin' to find you

Got my pistol out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do with the bread now?
It's gettin' hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long

In my hood
Clip extensions on all of our rifles
That pussy good, if she clockin' that paper
Might wife her
I'm through the wood, dancin' on dope
Moonwalkin' like Michael
Streaming drugs through your Spotify, Apple
Or Tidal i need that stretch G, tax free
Spot bubblin' like acne
Whippin' extras out the batch just like
I got the crack free
Paid the bitch to twerk it on the pole
I got the ass free
Pull a brick of hundreds out in ones
These hoes harass me
Since I touched the game
This shit ain't been the same
They tryna freeze me out but
They can't kill the Kane
Make a million every time I drop
So fuck the fame
I can put some youngins on your
Bumper for a piece of change
Cocaine in the bubble, we was silly, man
If I get the cheddar, say I
Did it for my niggas, man
Don't you know that?
Nigga, don't you know that?

Got my pistol out the window
So much cocaine on me, I can't go home
What am I gonna do with the bread now?
It's gettin' hard to hide it from you
'Cause it's got so long

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