Yung Era
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
Bitch, I'm home grown
Every time I'm in the city, I feel like I'm in my zone
Got nowhere to hide, got nowhere to go
(Yeah), Wavy got the potion, that'll have you movin' slow
My life is a gamble, I bargain with ammo
Got a chip each shoulder, Keep movin' like Rambo
I'm livin reckless, so boy pay attention
Made it a habit, to use everything in my mind as a weapon
These demons keep talkin'
These demons keep testin'
Took what they gave me I need my soul
They held me back, so I cut the rope
Ain't stayin stagnant, I gotta grow, Gotta let go
Feeling like bird man, Ain't playin no mo'
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Your life is a comedy, Busting my moves, I can sense that they mad at me
Tragically, got no love for the ones who took stabs at me
I'm getting close to the edge, running on low rest
I cannot waste a breathe
Young-in but a vet, I'm real, you jus pretend
Ballin off of income taxes, Section 8 houses, Bank underneath the mattress
And If she see the mattress, then she gon' do a backflip
Blow the marijane, take a doobie to the face, Mexicano that's my race
Hit it once she get taste, she callin on her break, I put her on the wait, I cannot hit the break
Cause I been
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
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Yung Era
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
Bitch, I'm home grown
Every time I'm in the city, I feel like I'm in my zone
Got nowhere to hide, got nowhere to go
(Yeah), Wavy got the potion, that'll have you movin' slow
My life is a gamble, I bargain with ammo
Got a chip each shoulder, Keep movin' like Rambo
I'm livin reckless, so boy pay attention
Made it a habit, to use everything in my mind as a weapon
These demons keep talkin'
These demons keep testin'
Took what they gave me I need my soul
They held me back, so I cut the rope
Ain't stayin stagnant, I gotta grow, Gotta let go
Feeling like bird man, Ain't playin no mo'
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Your life is a comedy, Busting my moves, I can sense that they mad at me
Tragically, got no love for the ones who took stabs at me
I'm getting close to the edge, running on low rest
I cannot waste a breathe
Young-in but a vet, I'm real, you jus pretend
Ballin off of income taxes, Section 8 houses, Bank underneath the mattress
And If she see the mattress, then she gon' do a backflip
Blow the marijane, take a doobie to the face, Mexicano that's my race
Hit it once she get taste, she callin on her break, I put her on the wait, I cannot hit the break
Cause I been
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
(Home Grown)
Bitch, I'm home grown
Every time I'm in the city, I feel like I'm in my zone
Got nowhere to hide, got nowhere to go
(Yeah), Wavy got the potion, that'll have you movin' slow
My life is a gamble, I bargain with ammo
Got a chip each shoulder, Keep movin' like Rambo
I'm livin reckless, so boy pay attention
Made it a habit, to use everything in my mind as a weapon
These demons keep talkin'
These demons keep testin'
Took what they gave me I need my soul
They held me back, so I cut the rope
Ain't stayin stagnant, I gotta grow, Gotta let go
Feeling like bird man, Ain't playin no mo'
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin' like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Your life is a comedy, Busting my moves, I can sense that they mad at me
Tragically, got no love for the ones who took stabs at me
I'm getting close to the edge, running on low rest
I cannot waste a breathe
Young-in but a vet, I'm real, you jus pretend
Ballin off of income taxes, Section 8 houses, Bank underneath the mattress
And If she see the mattress, then she gon' do a backflip
Blow the marijane, take a doobie to the face, Mexicano that's my race
Hit it once she get taste, she callin on her break, I put her on the wait, I cannot hit the break
Cause I been
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Feelin like a star running back, hit the gas
All that bullshits in the past, never last, money long it duralasts
Writer: Guadalupe Aguirre
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid