Mal Griffey - Make It Home (BONUS TRACK) Lyrics

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She just wants my time but I'm laying low
I might serve some beats to you don't mean you can still my flow
Only god can judge so why the judge try book big bro
I wish that I was there would've took the charge for the pole
Yeah bitch you bad but you too bold
How many niggas you f*ck to go and get that life
I'm somewhere in the stars I'm trying to reach new heights (uh
If niggas did her bad it's up to me to go and treat her right
Only if she my type I'ma teach her right from wrong
So we can install that shit in our kids when they get grown
Right now I've been working I ain't even into hoes
Sacrificed my heart for the music sold my soul
I just gotta find love before a nigga make it home

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Before a nigga make it home
I just prayed for brodie I just hope he make it home
Sleeping at the stu my camera roll say it's home
Had the family in the house but that don't mean that it was home

Dukes and pops they ain't even speak
Mama she was upstairs the shit was O.D
Shit still ain't compare to my niggas down the street
So why the f*ck am I complaining about that shit that ain't that deep
Pops he left but he ain't leave
He still picked up the phone just so he could check on me
I was trying to find my self serving shrooms acid weed
Then I lost Homm I ain't even get to grieve
That's when me and Brill f*cked around and got closer
How it feel to climb up nigga with no promotion
Can't show your every move that's how you know you got motion
Mama want me home I want my own still feed the homeless
(Before a nigga make it home
I just prayed for brodie I just hope he make it home
Sleeping at the stu my camera roll say it's home
I just gotta find love before a nigga make it home