I was young when I left home An' I been out ramblin' 'round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, Lord, to my home An' I never wrote a letter
I was young when i left home An' I been out a-ramblin' round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, lord, to my home An' I never wrote a letter
: I was young when i left home An' I been out a-ramblin' round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, lord, to my home An' I never wrote a
home this a-way. I was young when i left home An' I been out a-ramblin' round An' I never wrote a letter to my home To my home, lord, to my home An' I
(Eskiboy, Roll Deep) I was lookin' for the green light Who's gonna take me home? Yeah, she might The night's so young, and I wanna have fun So I'm gonna
clothes, the hos I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
When I snap, make your chest cavity collapse When I glide the entire map With the frequent four alarm fire, rap straight up Put weight down, fuck around, you ate up And nigga when I
clothes I suppose I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful I
was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy when
I'm a sucker cos I fell into their plan 187, I killed a brother, man My life on Earth was hell, you understand? But when I die I'm goin' to hell again
alone and before I leave home, leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know before I leave home I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know
I'm joking, I mean that thing is poking I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provoking I got
cheesecake like juniorsa??, The coolest kid on the school yard. Higher then a uniform skirt I got work at home, call it homework. I got paper in my backpack, I
tell Weezy home, our nigga out of jail In this give or take world I got what it takes Put you out your misery, Kathy Bates I'm Young Money, I'm Cash
I aint perfect, you know that from old me My life is real even when I'm in the movies I'm on the ave, I'm in the cave I buried my Grandmother on Thursday
there but I will not resort to welfare I care can't stop won't stop couldn't even do it if I tried if I said I did I'd lie let's ride x 2 ride... {chorus