Sledgren - Homerun lyrics

Young fly a** n***as.. Only one place for n***as like us: at the top Ill.. It's loyalty, when will you n***as learn? My cousin died, his ashes got urned 13 old, did what he had to do He told me it was cool, just make sure he got shoes Just a little something to have a train of thought 19, he was the reason a n***a had a knot My early teens all up in the club Poppin bottles of bub, and I'm good with the plug I had a life way before my life now I'm talking 50 joints and a couple pounds Stashing choppers, that's with 100 rounds Outfield to home plate: the way the gun em down I really live it, I let em talk about it Early morning routine: they got the house around it Let em say they live it, but it's really me One thousand: you know I gotta keep a G [Hook - Wiz Khalifa] Lot of weed smoke, and a lot of bottles Homie on the weed smoke get a lot of dollars Homie that's how we get down.. Started from the bottom now we 1st cla** boarding n***a be the show be on the flight in the morning Homie that's how we get down.. It's off of the boat Let em preach it, I had it That money and weed, my life in the balance I'm cool with the owner, eating sea food with his daughter But before we had dinner, I was up early with joggers Just a couple of pounds, I burn that in some days Getting trippy with ratchets like the party I raised Getting money with n***as who wouldn't f** with you clowns And for a couple stacks, young'uns be dumping them rounds f** the price of them bottles cause we do it real Couple shooters on the building, let em know to k** From the know you for real That's your city still 4800, my block cold-hearted you chill So f** what you think, this sh** paying my bills I just keep it G, you s**as be faking for real Faking like you rich, but never had to pitch Knowing damn well your dad a ho You son of a b**h! 4800 - woop! [Hook - Wiz Khalifa]