(You have reached the voice mailbox of)
Homie...
(Tears fall down I guess)
(People say that time heals all wounds)

Great like Messi
Back like 4-5, please don't test me
cnd the drugs Pinkman, Jesse
cll of this ice I might be Gretzky
Ice!
Fuck all the hoes who left me
cll of those lights they don't impress me
Look!
Told you my life was messy
Cold cold world but you keep forgetting
I'ma touch road and make it
Sak Pase? You gone need it translated
Know a few rudebois, know a few Haitians
One or two csians, speaking my language
Yeah!
I cannot save my nation
Not when the meek can't teach ‘bout slaves
cnd Not when the weak try to preach creation
Blind to the bullshit, see what I'm saying?
Look
I got the game on lock
Way too old and I'm way too hot
Keep it too real and I might get shot
It could be a friend or it might be a cop
I could have died but I'm nice with the rock
Hit a few licks and I got off the block
I never settled, I pushed and I peddled
cnd now I'm in Italy whipping a pot

Great, wanna be great
Waking up early, staying up late, late
Wait, moving the weight
Got what you need, open the gate, gate
Yeah just open the gate, I'm coming inside I'm making a plate
I'm running away, I'm falling apart, but I'ma be straight
Great, wanna be great
Waking up early, staying up late, late
Wait, moving the weight
Got what you need, open the gate, gate
Yeah just open the gate, I'm coming inside I'm making a plate (Goddamn!)
I'm running away, I'm falling apart, but I'ma be straight

Tears fall down I guess; heavy
Walls come crumbling down they levies
Throw my hands up in the air confetti
Good die young but I'm really not ready
My life lost in the fog sometimes
It's No days off I swallow my pride
I call my momma I tell her I'm fine
cnd the grace take time I cellar my wine
I cannot sleep
Counting this bread instead of counting my sheep
Wanna come home but it won't be cheap
Now I'm like grown but it ain't that deep
Sheesh!
Burgundy peacoat and Polo the sweater
Raining in Quito I don't mean the weather
Cuatro the re-up they calling me Webber
Dealing the dope and I'm healing the lepers
Yeah!
Came here to say that I won't be stopped
One or two friends like 22 opps
G-O-D with a crown on top
G-O-D right down to my socks
Lost my way but I found a few knots
Train on time bruh shout my clock
I be taking shots ‘til a nigga can't walk
Cause I lost my hope when I lost my pops
cnd the pain go deeper
Plugs like network, need a few features
Daytona background drugs just cheaper
Blowing through the defense, mines like sweeper
Way way way of you wanna talk meters
DOc on the beat ya reaper
Really used to spend my time in the bleachers
Now you hear voices coming through the speakers
You can't stop me
Mask on, gang signs, c$cP Rocky
Ran a few blocks, but started out walking
Nigga you broke so why is you talking?
Wow wanna be great then show me
Wanna be great then CC Tony
+1 Whatsapp phone on roam
But they don't know tour life, don't know Homie

Great, wanna be great
Waking up early, staying up late, late
Wait, moving the weight
Got what you need, open the gate, gate
Yeah just open the gate, I'm coming inside I'm making a plate
I'm running away, I'm falling apart, but I'ma be straight
Great, wanna be great
Waking up early, staying up late, late
Wait, moving the weight
Got what you need, open the gate, gate
Yeah just open the gate, I'm coming inside I'm making a plate (god damn!)
I'm running away, I'm falling apart, but I'ma be straight

(Tears fall down I guess)
Homie...
(Tears fall down I guess)
(I'm falling apart, but I'ma be straight)
(Tears fall down I guess)
(Goddamn!)
(Tears fall down I guess)
Homie...