Montana Of 300 - Homecoming King lyrics

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Montana Of 300 - Homecoming King lyrics

[Chorus] He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own Yeah, go home, King, yeah Your family needs, so go home, King, yeah The streets don't need you, that's not home team I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own Yeah, go home, King, yeah Your family needs, so go home, King, ay The streets don't need you, that's not home team I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah [Verse 1] He just wanted to flex in a foreign, wanted to drip in designer and Jordan's I know how it be when you buzzin', getting fly on the honeys, I know they be swarming It's a trap you don't see, it's a game, they could never play you if you forfeit Gotta leave like you getting deported, seen the hardest ni**as turn informant Realest sh*t that I ever recorded, give 'em bars like I would in warrant, ay Death doesn't come with a warning, ay, too many black mothers mourning, ay Momma gotta pay for your casket, but you know that she cannot afford it Know she's given the last of her cash up, they'll be making money off your organs I know some ni**as that's dead and some ni**as in prison that wish that they did right It's a lot of not in our kids like, man, you don't wanna know that sh*t's like What you know about interrogations, Police in your face asking where'd you get drugs from Getting popped off with pistols, not snitching on ni**as when they ask you who'd you get guns from What you know 'bout not knowing your out date, just another day down when the sun comes What you know about reading no letters and showing your cellies pictures of your loved ones I done see ni**as with the wrong ni**as in the wrong place at the wrong time Try to earn stripes, got the wrong kind, they ain't coming home for a long time [Chorus] He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own Yeah, go home, King, yeah Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay The streets don't need you, that's not home team I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah [Verse 2] They labeled him a problem child, he love the way that chopper sound No one around could calm him down, way too concerned with poppin' out Go finish school, stop droppin' out, fu*k friends, go make your momma proud Or she'll hear "sorry, ma'am, your son didn't make it" from that doctor's mouth He started off selling grams, he turned it to hella bands He got life, now he wish he made better plans, asking God everyday for a second chance Reminiscing 'bout his main b*tch, got him wishing he could still pipe her Now she waving at him from the other side of that glass, windshield wipers I bet you thought they wouldn't catch you Them lawyers gon' try to finesse you I bet you be deep in the club, but every time you in that courtroom it's just you Tryna run it up like a win spread, don't share enough and watch your friends flip You might fu*k around and get your kin hit, this the fast life cause it is quick Tryna get rich, but we die tryin', friends falling out like they skydiving Shootin' bullets at his old homies, tryna clap 'em up and they ain't high fiving Picture leaving your family and your face all over the TV when they cut the news on Cold face and a suit on, now they talking to you at your tombstone [Chorus] He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known Down to risk his life for a block that he don't even own Yeah, go home, King, yeah Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay The streets don't need you, that's not home team I won't mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah

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