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Home Game
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38 Spesh
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Interrogated cause my jail record But I don’t know shit, bitch I’m airheaded Understand that the cops got fed methods When you was locked, they gave you a beer beverage You was there desperate, got your years lessened For a fair sentence, answering their questions Now your peer’s leverage But Ima leave you for the paramedics And disappear like your bitch hair edges Cross country, mailing cash Good dad, I’ll whoop my kid ass if he fell in class A1 cocaine, made me hella cash Sell it fast, you niggas got trailer trash You not that well in math That’s how your clique fell in half You a boss with a jealous staff How long will a felon last Selling birds, my life deserve some type of telecast The judge got dates to lock me But I was upstate eating steak and broccoli That mean you ain’t got what it take to stop me My dining room table in my place Versace It’s new 38 nigga take your copy On a date with a bitch that can’t wait to top me Lost weight, moving on the interstate was sloppy I’m straight long as I communicate with papi I faced atrocities, devils is watching me I tried to move at a lower lever velocity Was taught to set schedules properly I built a monopoly off of these intellectual properties I got rich off my own name Interstate 38 that’s my own lane I still pay 38 for the whole thing And bring it back to my city like a home game Trust!
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