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noreaga - first day home lyrics

noreaga
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first day home
hook (2x):
i juss came home
i aint got no loot
i aint trin’ 2 sell drugs
i aint tryin 2 shoot
i’m tryin’ 2 be a good n-gg- even wearin a suit
but the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

verse 1:
open day
now you release
peeps
bacc on the streets
you don’t want no peace
need a job or sumthin’
b-4 you start robbin sumthin’
tryin 2-b made
like you in the mob or sumthin’
x-tra curicular
activities swift
you can’t
hit the streets cuz dese n-gg-s a snitch
see yo foul n-gg-
and he on yo -ss
he wanna violate you
you aint got no cash
you gotta see him every tuesday
b-4 twelve
but fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc
peep dis
one day you made up some sh-t
you told him
you was late cuz ya moms is sicc
he said ok next time i send you away
you bettah p-ss in this cup
get to urinate
you thought he a h-m-
so baliff -n-lyze
he juss turn around
and juss p-ssed out your st. ines
reinact it always gotta take attractive
ayo p.o. when i’m gon be inactive
while i’m on weekly
switch that up
i get a job soon
you could st-tch that up
i’m gon be a rapper
a-yo be real famous
always on tv
neva sayin’ lame sh-t
give me some slacc
a-yo plus the fact
a-yo i gotta job n-gg-
yo i’m gon rap

hook (2x):
i juss came home
i aint got no loot
i aint trin’ 2 sell drugs
i aint tryin 2 shoot
i’m tryin’ 2 be a good n-gg- even wearin a suit
but the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

talk:
what up boo
yeah what you mean i ain’t callin you collect
i’m home
you messin’ wit me tonite
what you mean trump international
nah i was thinkin’ more like a walk or sumthin’
i aint got no paper

verse 2:
if you
want honey bettah have money
if you
want some -ss bettah get some cash
its like
when i came home life went 2 fast
when i
left the streets yo
i was the man
now i’m comin bacc home
new face new fam
i gotta beard
b-4 i aint had no hair
on my face
used 2 diss me
on the regular
so what i aint got a haircut
no new sneakas
i got old -ss tim’s
goin’ bacc to the hood
playin ball on the same rims
tellin’ n-gg-s i rhyme
let me shyne
at block parties
yo i left right day
a-yo i’m real serious
sell drugs all day
im gon get on
1st tracc that i spit on
i’m gon lace it
sm-th-r you and plus taste it
i get my sh-t upgraded
yours race it
now that its on
my girl rocc
louie baton/ gucci/ bently/ prada/ escada
now that its on
it’s like my chic gotta alota
everything she’s supossed 2
she the only one that i’m close 2
otha people is snakes
i got so much beef for these n-gg-z on jakes
its like some of ’em real most of ’em fake

hook (2x):
i juss came home
i aint got no loot
i aint trin’ 2 sell drugs
i aint tryin 2 shoot
i’m tryin’ 2 be a good n-gg- even wearin a suit
but the only job i got is 2 make hot soup

talk:
yo yo yo yo, dis a story man
bout a n-gg- comin’ home man
he aint tryin to hustle man nahimean
but a n-gg- was forced 2 do that nahimean
a n-gg- still came out on top
cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
but then he startin’ sellin rap
and he’s still doin that
ya rat b-st-rdz

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