ScHoolBoy Q - My Homie текст песни

*Yeah, yeah!
Girl, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Come on! Just wanna fuck off!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Chorus:
What's the real niggas addiction, addiction?
Money, weed and bitch hanging with snitches
Shit it wasnt my intentions

I didn't know
I knew him for years, who would think his gums was sore
To all my niggas I would die for, die for,
Load my pistol I would go out and war for.
Spend my last you keep your half, we're all poor,
No where to go, I walk you through my front door!
Hey, my ninjas do the same,
So when we was younger you was my main,
Nigga, I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand,
Putting my life up in your hands, putting your finger like damn!
For really though, really though, we was just slanging Oxys like a year ago
You knew my sister though, my auntie, cousins and my uncle Joe.
.. cuz you hit my drow, see my nigga you's a hoe!
Remember them Cheerios, ninja turtles on my grandma's floor
I'm like for show, catch you on the rebound
You bound to drizzown (drown)
Grave land is where you sit down,
What goes around, comes arizzound (around) the sky's up
and hell is low, keep your mouths shut!
Bet he won't tell no more

Chorus: (x2)
What' a real nigga addiction, addiction?
Money, weed and bitch hanging with,
Hey, .... shit what my intentions?


Who the fuck you on the phone with?
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top,
Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my glock!
Did what I did,who woulda knew you was the cops,
Talk all on the phone to your homie about a block,
You got me up in the box, thought that you was my nigga
You got your sentence reduced, cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger
And niggs i was looking out for you, you
Tryed to show 'em just how we do!
Put all my shit aside, now im through
Figure that I would keep it crippy,
This what this real nigga get me!
Locked up for like a century
while you got the chance of a bentley
Fuck My old bitches wanna beat my dick plenty
My shooting finger itchy, but I hope somebody get em
But probably not!
Tonight I'm sweating in, cause you got me hot, got me hot!
Ima get his ass popped!
Can't get over how we was, tough as leather
Man, we did everything together
Fuck our first bitches
Earned our first chedda
Robbed the first nigga was down for whatever
And'll blast til forever if we had to!

Chorus: (x2)
What's the real nigga addiction, addiction?
Money, weed and bitch hanging with,
Hey, .... shit what my intentions?*



Thanks to madailui

Thanks to Eli for correcting these lyrics