Nigga's Home Alone ft. Breana Marin Lyrics

Try to look for me when I'm gone

Baby's crying on the streets and I'm walking all alone

Direction home stoned

Don't call me to my phone (Shit)

I just wanna get it on my own

I got papers and weed

Let me go on

Let me take another hit

First Smoke

Then you know whats going on?

Nigga's home alone

Let's take a hit from our bong

Singin' on the street my new rap is born

This shit is better than xVideos soft and hard porn

Ready for the show your popcorns are done

You can't stop me when my rappers mode is on

Incoming call, I got no ringtone

Please press pause oh no you don't

No rear mirror just look infront

Lack in patience generation but at least I have controls

Chill, let me roll my weed

No cigarette, you know what I mean

I don't need it since I was nineteen

Three years were enough to be smoking that shit

People get surprised I'm rolling pure weed

They look at me like "I have never seen"

The R you know, he is the microphone fiend

Now Nello Shortt prays Lord, forgive me for the next sin

Swimming like a fish on the sea before the dish

Rollin the cheese

I look like chinese

So please

Go out of here is gonna come the police

I got no mo' money to pay more bills

But I'm lucky

Blue light

I decide to run

If I scape from here tomorrow I'm gonna be fine

It looks so funny, but it's not at all

I start running now, like it's a world at war