Can't Go Home
Freddie Gibbs feat The Jacka
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Freddie Gibbs - Can't Go Home Lyrics & Traduction

[The Jacka]
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

[The Jacka]
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

[Freddie Gibbs]
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?

[The Jacka]
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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