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beretta biz - home sikness lyrics

[verse 1:] sedatives and loud packs/tryna get my smile back/ever since they took chop i wish the clock could dial back/wish we wasn’t young n dumb/wish i woulda had the strap/many within arms reach or maybe took my brother tek/he was cheney bound by then i was uptown fitting in/sp in my blood for life/but memphis brought my 2nd wind/now i’m riding 20 somethings trunk beat like a marching band/getting fitted slugged up accent kinda crazy now/work ethic mexican style/cuz i want money in piles/give me them numbers you dig/consonants even them vowels/the world like my easel that boy/stunt like he knievel child/even my f-ck ups look good/sh-t they ain’t seen in a while/love from the block be still there young boys getting weeded now/y’all can root against me though i swear that sh-t be needed now/biz you done fell off bro/sound like you deep in denial/i got a promise to keep if i fail i’m letting em down/

[bridge:] i’m still trapping on that pay phone like 96’/i don’t have time to change clothes i’m so in the mix/don’t have no time for no hoes you can keep your b-tch/money come 2nd only to god that’s what it is/y’all n-ggas followers he jump you gon jump the bridge/and for that limelight y’all be willing to front your crib/we just tryna f-cking live make ends stop ducking feds/f-ck a friend day ones about that work we be punching in/

[chorus:] i’m from a town called wake up yo it’s time to get it (let’s get let’s get it)/small block right around the corner from them digits (i need them digits)/small house full of dreams money never visit (can’t get a visit)/came from humble beginnings bread cure my home sickness (it’s biz)

[verse 2:] bread truck bout to pull up and sh-t/drop me some dough off and dip/i be so loaded off smoking potent but know i won’t miss/no i won’t fumble that pack/i was taught better than that/you claim to be heavy but ya pockets anorexic in fact/stop cashing out on them j’s/knowing ya bills ain’t been paid/i’m all about being fly but get you a car in ya name/yes i’m a sight for sore eyes/i’m like a f-ckin parade/she say all you do is grind i guess i’m stuck in my ways/stashing up sh-t for like months/y’all n-ggas fronting for days/tryna jump back on my wave/where was you at when i was breaking my back to get this date?/aww you ain’t f-ck with lab?/what about check out these tracks?/you’d rather play the game/it’s cool though i’m making my lane/hate like support in my veins/won’t waste it that’d be a shame/you got all this talent just sitting stagnant/what part of the game/is that/ain’t no challenge put it on my set/you like a hooptie to a f-cking vette/bet

[chorus:] i’m from a town called wake up it’s time to get it (let’s get let’s get it)/small block right around the corner from them digits (i need them digits)/small house full of dreams money never visit (can’t get a visit)/came from humble beginnings bread cure my home sickness (it’s biz)

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