stove god cooks – jim boeheim lyrics
[hook]
i’m just tryna make it home
rental car packed, i’m tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
shooter with me now, we tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
feds tap dancing on my phone
oooooh, i’m tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
got the feds on my phone
oooooh, tryna make it home
we just tryna make it home
[verse]
upstate brick breaker
still got one hand on the rock like cliffhangers
big dimple all in my chain n+gga
i bet you get to sprinting when they get to l!cking that thing at you
zigging and zagging, i’m whipping it back
i wrestle with the package like cactus jack
that’s a fact
stove legend
b+tch i’m a whole seven
double 0 goldeneye through the scope weapon
my soul destined
big homie told me loyalty’s a blessing
hieroglyphic sh+t, my name was etched in it
i landed when the aliens came
i fell bad with the lean
her bag is selene
you don’t wanna make the front of this magazine
please
say my name they get to bucking off
sh+t backfire like uncle buck exhaust
that kinda chat is reserved for the n+ggas that’s clapping
you ain’t sh+t but a packet of sucker sauce
this jacket came from dapper bas+m+nt
i’m murder mixed with pastor mixed with pappy mason
syracuse orange man just dawn shorts
feds ran the sweep better than the texas longh+rns
had to applaud them crackers
they caught me lacking early morning pouring almond milk into my honey smacks
crashed the rented hyundai
i felt like kanye
running the base like i played for the padres
it’s mr. god face
they hope my mom break
my third eye awake
my b+tch vegan
my closet full of skeletons
my garage is possessed by a demon
that’s when the ghost is in it
tell the record label they get no percentage
mix the coke with baking soda
shoulder leaning in the pot, they thought young dro was whipping
woooo!
[hook]
i’m just tryna make it home
rental car packed, i’m tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
shooter with me now, we tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
feds tap dancing on my phone
oooooh, i’m tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
i’m just tryna make it home
got the feds on my phone
oooooh, tryna make it home
we just tryna make it home
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