Home Invasion Lyrics

I gotta get dat bag

I can't play around

I got folks depending on me I can't let 'em down

I done reached a different level

I know my momma proud

But I would give all this shit up to see my granny smile

When my nephew inna hospital I call but I don't come around

Cuz I'll cry seeing him in them tubes and it would probably bring him down

I got homies dat ain't made it back, (from doing drills)

How da fuck my homie die lord, (when I prayed to you for him)

D told me he'll call me when he make it home

I'm looking at my phone til this day I still wait for him

Damn.. dat was like two years ago

Had fallen out with Niggas I love

I don't care you still my bro

Shoot Outs, Robbery's, Home Invasions

Nobody stay her girl

My heart vacant

My heart like Mike

Open but I'm still fading

R.I.P to bubba he died off of Home Invasions

I still think it's some shit dat folks not saying

how you need up alone dat night

(I'm just saying)

Ain't selling pictures the same as selling yo body

(I'm just saying)

Shorty trynna fuck me for a Berkin

(I'm not paying)

I jus mix this lean wit zolpidem

I might not wake up

I'm happier than ever

But I still pour up

If I gotta hug my homies mommas

(One more time)

While they cry on my shoulder

(One more time)

I wish that I can hear your voice

(One more time)

I wish we can pour up

(One more time)

I pour up right chillin

The cup I got right now hitting

Don't judge me I'm still healing

They treat me like the villain

I ain't chill with me fam Inna minute

Got Dammit I'm so ignorant

Why the fuck it take my auntie to pass for me and my fam to get closer

it's a lot of folks I ain't seen Inna minute

I ain't even seen my Cuz Inna minute

I ain't seen my big bro Inna minute

I ain't even seen my hoes Inna minute

They say dat I changed I didn't

I jus got a little wiser didn't I

Yo hips got a little wider didn't they

You paid for that shit didn't you

Move around wit dat fake shit

Home Invasion

My home Evaded

My Heart Vacant

Found out dat I knew the niggas that flip my car

Dat Fucked Up my focus

Dat shit made me nervous

Dem boys want me buried

Gang got on they ass

Next week heard they dead

And folks who dropped my lo,

I hope dat shit was worth it

We slide like the purging

Them pictures disturbing

I'm still get money

I still pour up dirty

I'm still hard with trusting

You tweak than I'm bussing

My gun ran me bout Ah stack

I ain't buy it for nun

Shoot one shot they running

Damn them boys some track stars

I heard marko tried to run from them shots

But he ain't make it far

I heard Bryce a snitch

They like take dat back

I heard Jay got hit

Than c Dawg got lit

More money more problems (Yah)

I heard bout that shit

Money coming like like shit

But problem coming in like shit

Why dat bitch think she slick

I don't even want dat bitch

She say she jump through hoops for me

But I don't even like dat trick

Man I miss my old Hoes

Cuz these new bitches weird

Got my old bitch pregnant but wasn't ready for no kid

Told her get rid of it

Dumbest shit I ever did

I should've had dat child

Biggest shit I ever hid

Get "Get Back" for my Dawg

Realest shit I ever did

I don't even fuck with y'all

What made yall think I did

Not Inna same boat as y'all

What made y'all think I is

Man my pockets big

And my bitches bad

Say they love me

I don't get sad

Buying all these foreign cars

Come with whip lash

Ain't bout who come in first

It bout who last longer

And if that's the case I bet I finish last