Correction Lyrics Home Run by Rylo Rodriguez

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(What’s happenin’, Chi Chi?)

Niggas from my hood, they hatin’ on me, thought they would love that shit
Niggas like my brothers, we was in the huddle, we ain’t see the championship
Can’t trust nobody, even ’round my niggas, I take one out the clip
They murked my dawg, I clear my bank account ’til they all get killed
I hear they talkin’ but this money louder
I ride around with that raw but ain’t caught no chowder
I ride around with that raw but I ain’t caught no fish
Yeah, we put a dick in every handgun, ain’t gotta piss, yeah, ayy
Them guys cool but we ain’t feelin’, we on no buddy shit
I fuck with shit but I can’t lie, that’s [?] bitch
The only nigga should cuff that ho is a deputy
I give every rap nigga in my city, hope, what it is
Money on my mind, I can’t think clear
Seventeen hunnid on the PT, I won’t drink beer
No chaser
Yeah, fuck the law, they gon’ have to chase us
Hellcat, I took off from the Trackhawk, yeah, yeah
A triple of Hi-Tech red, I better not duck off
President Rollie, if they assassinate me I made it to see twenty-one
I’ve been eatin’ low, so bad, I give my heart to anyone
Hope you don’t break it like they done
Hope you don’t take off like they ran
I damn gave that- eight bands
If I didn’t, then what, I’ma name your baby
I remember when I used to have twenty dollars
I ride around with ten racks like it’s nothin’ now, yeah
Roaches in that cereal box, yeah, we came from poverty
Best friend worked at Wendy’s, that was my first robbery

All this pain in my body, should I just end it now?
I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
Them hoes who ain’t wanna fuck me, now panties on the ground
I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain’t even see the mound (Ooh, yeah)
Don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see I was on E
You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain’t tell me he was turnin’ on me
Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I’m goin’ in
Won’t stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I’m not goin’ in
I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix
All this pain in my body, should I just end it now?
I gave some racks to a shooter to put one in the ground
Them hoes who ain’t wanna fuck me, now panties on the ground
I know a nigga got three strikes, he ain’t even see the mound (Ooh, yeah)
Don’t play me like they say you let me gas me up and you see I was on E
You made me crash, I was behind you, you ain’t tell me he was turnin’ on me
Nigga robbed me, turned me an animal, I’m goin’ in
Won’t stalk that bitch at night, T.I., I’m not goin’ in
I lost so many friends when I found myself in the mix
I never hit not one home run but I got plenty hits

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