The kings get killed very least overthrown
A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
We moved every year to a new home new town
You're uncool like my mother kin
New passions, enemies new fashion
Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone
Scanner on my dresser, i work at home
Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home
They blowing up my phone
All green nigga pick six
Runnin home invasions
he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,
When she brings home a new boyfriend her brother will be asking so many questions,
Runnin home invasions
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
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