CORRECT LYRICS
Uh, ah, f**k it, we all poor
Even if you got money, still lookin' for more
Why am I buyin’ Rollies? I got 20 for sure
Still connect witchu, it's still hid in the drawer
With no Js on, I'm still lookin’ to score
You see they gave us crack, then started wagin' a war
Uh, all these lies, they steady tellin' me
Before Obama, we had Eric B. (Woo)
Or Tony Lewis out in D.C
The '80s kingpins, gotta free them
All these faces, they ain't believe in
If no child's left, then how can we leave them?
So just know you're not alone
My n***as gone are coming home
This the dope boy song for the dope boys gone
Let 'em know it’s still snowin’
Uh, I do it for my big Benz drivers (Drivers)
For my street-corner survivors (Survivors)
For my n***as that miss The Wire (Woo)
And throwback mamis, that won't retire
Reminiscin’ on the days
When the trips was Cancún and the bottles got sprayed
You can't relate 'cause you wasn't there
Nah, you wasn’t hot, let me make it clear
Y'all was breakin' into cars, we was breakin' bad
When y'all was fightin' dogs, we was racin' Jags
This the life for the fast
Ain't no future, ain't no past, we won't worry 'bout the crash, uh
Now it's jail poses and club pictures
Airbrush backdrops and jail visits
This the dope boy song for the dope boys gone
Let 'em know it's still snowin'
Lyrics : Coming Home (Demo)
Uh, ah, f**k it, we all poor
Even if you got money, still lookin' for more
Why am I buyin’ Rollies? I got 20 for sure
Still connect witchu, it's still hid in the drawer
With no Js on, I'm still lookin’ to score
You see they gave us crack, then started wagin' a war
Uh, all these lies, they steady tellin' me
Before Obama, we had Eric B. (Woo)
Or Tony Lewis out in D.C
The '80s kingpins, gotta free them
All these faces, they ain't believe in
If no child's left, then how can we leave them?
So just know you're not alone
My n***as gone are coming home
This the dope boy song for the dope boys gone
Let 'em know it’s still snowin’
Uh, I do it for my big Benz drivers (Drivers)
For my street-corner survivors (Survivors)
For my n***as that miss The Wire (Woo)
And throwback mamis, that won't retire
Reminiscin’ on the days
When the trips was Cancún and the bottles got sprayed
You can't relate 'cause you wasn't there
Nah, you wasn’t hot, let me make it clear
Y'all was breakin' into cars, we was breakin' bad
When y'all was fightin' dogs, we was racin' Jags
This the life for the fast
Ain't no future, ain't no past, we won't worry 'bout the crash, uh
Now it's jail poses and club pictures
Airbrush backdrops and jail visits
This the dope boy song for the dope boys gone
Let 'em know it's still snowin'
