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Dead Homies

 

Dead Homies

(album: Rodney Brown Jr - 2022)


Aye they rather hear my story without the glory
Highest in the room I felt the rain and made it stormy
I use to wish my mom and dad had abort me
But they schooled me out the jungle like dorsey

Hold up bitch you know we jamming like courtney
Palm angel demon later hanging out the forty
Dr. Kevorkian standing over these dead bodies
Footprint on Benjamin face I step Godly
Thumbing through hunnids feel like I'm looking in the mirror
With a bad Spanish cougar kind of remind me of Shakira

And she connected
Plugged me with the Mexicans
They booked me for a show micheladas was prerequisite
Fucked her for an hour on the counter off the adderal
I know some straight bitches that be fagging off

I can't forget about all my niggas in the penitentiary
Don't call it lack of compassion for all the victims I'm just visualizing victory
Aye 'cause niggas be thinking shit sweet until the smell hit
Outta towners deposit a fee on some Zelle shit
Gang politics got 'em polished without the nail kit
Aip Rex and Tiny pistol 'til I'm dead with ya

On the dead homies
I pray the angels save a halo for my red homies
Niggas be lying they be blowin up they dead homie
Home slide send you to yo' dead homies

Chops cooking up the mills without the kitchen whoops
My dead homies need an appeal I'm who they living through
Cocaine and drills was visible in my living
Tryna pick up a skill we put them sticks to use
I'm plugged in the belly of the beast with no umbilical
Mud became the way that we eat supply the minerals
Jumping out the coupe with the squeeze like it's some lemon juice
Skipping interviews skitzo that's an interlude
Neighbors left the window open dinner food steaming
Smell seeping like a potion when it's mixed with new ingredients
Stomach touching test of times is through obedience
Take one of my homies life nigga we sliding through immediately

My girl love it when I skeet in her P
I pray my kids don't carry on this demon in me
I stack paper like books nigga read 'em and weep
I run it up with K down 'til we sleeping in peace

On the dead homies
I pray the angels save a halo for my red homies
Niggas be lying they be blowin up they dead homie
Home slide send you to yo' dead homies
This one for my homies
See yuou when I get there
This one for my homies
See you when I get there

On the dead homies
I pray the angels save a halo for my red homies
Niggas be lying they be blowin up they dead homie
Home slide send you to yo' dead homies

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