marley brooker - make it home lyrics
[intro: sample]
cause nastu fuji love them asians
and marley brooker love n-ggas
i love n-ggas
i love n-ggas
cuz n-ggas are me
[hook: marley brooker]
i been out here all day on the roam
eyes wide
i gotta make it home
even if i gotta squeeze that chrome
ima do what it take
cuz i gotta make it home
they might come and take a n-gga away
before the morning (right)
well maybe then
cuz i gotta make it home
rather be judged by a crooked 12
then carried by 6 of my closest own
[verse 1: marley brooker]
r-i-p to all my n-ggas
that ain’t here no more (we miss you ghost)
it coulda-been-me
pour out a lil liquor
while a n-gga break this loud down
it’s relentless till i d-i-e
i shouldn’t have to say it
cuz u know a n-gga live it
i’m just tryin live
but they won’t let-me-breathe
so i’m ridin my asthma pump
i prefer a k over the tech
but the ar is my favorite
its good thing that we been prepping
the writing was on the wall
for this police state
i drop the jewel have them searchin
for the release date
the p-ssy mines
i might eat it today
cuz tomorrow ain’t promised
at this rate
f-ck a hand out n-gga
or my hands up
ima stick it to these f-ckas
till they answer
locked out
they told us dont come back around
wrong answer
the system irresponsive
so it’s time to shut it down
[hook: marley brooker]
i been out here all day on the roam
eyes wide
i gotta make it home
(it’s time to shut it down)
even if i gotta squeeze that chrome
ima do what it take
(said it’s time to shut it down)
cuz i gotta make it home
they might come and take a n-gga away
before the morning
well maybe cuz i gotta make it home
(it’s time to shut it down)
rather be judged by a crooked 12
then carried by 6 of my closest own
[verse 2: marley brooker]
the last time i seen mona
whispered in her ear
that she don’t have to worry
just rest now at home
still missing here
i feel the pain of erica
every-time-that-she-lay-down
it force a n-gga to clean off
and place another round
for yvette, for miriam
they don’t feel our pain
so we ain’t hearing them
me and cash was in new york
the night of sean bell
me and cash was in wynwood
the night that demz fell
different decade same sh-t
but 1 thang that’s constant
i’m repping the same cl1ck
self made still on the grind
wit the same 5th
burnin blunts of that loud
u know it’s the straight piff
now we riding like we
might not make it home
but not me
might have a target on my back
but ima never get shot in it
i seen darrien was running for his life
but not me
i’m wit 50 n-ggas strong
and we certified gs
[outro: marley brooker]
50 n-ggas
(gotta make it home)
certified gs
50, 50
(said it’s time to make it home)
certified gs
50 n-ggas
(well maybe, gotta make it home)
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