Come Home (Explicit) - EST Gee

Lyrics by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/John Carlos Ramirez

Composed by：George Stone III/Jeffrey Lynn Jones/John Carlos Ramirez

Ayy who that

John gotitt

John gotitt

I feel like the streets needed me

Wait for a I be up in myself

Needed a like me

Needed a bad guy they need a

Point the finger at

I thought everythin' I lost

I'm 'posed to get it back

I lost my mind I don't know how

'Cause my head still attached

No way you love me with the same

Heart that you love a rat rats

And never checked a talkin'

'Bout me 'hind my back behind my back

Villain in my city

Not 'cause how I rap

Not 'cause how I rap

Because I'll pay a hundred

Racks to get a whacked

I'll pay a hundred

Dude had a diss he thought for

Sure it'd put him on the map

Slowed up his progress when

Them chopper bullets hit his back

It's me and khasi in the circle

Whip it up from scratch

He love me like he love himself

So play with him you stretched

Off Indian trail we movin' bails

I'm pressin' the brick

I wasn't the first to make it out

But I did it the best

Even though I killed to let you eat first

Just leave me the rest

Before I let a stretch me

I'll die in a wreck

I'd rather get it off my chest

'Fore I die with regret

A rat and hope a

Necklace'll help us forget rat

Boy you a shrimp asked the streets

Said you wouldn't be missed

I told him link up and let's hit

But he did me a brr brr

No way they real as me

No way they real

When it was tight

I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece

I got a million for the judge

Before they sentence ric

Do somethin' to you

I'm sendin' on a killin' spree

Although you gone you know I miss you

Like you missin' me

Although you gone just know I miss you

Like you missin' me

Although you gone you know I miss you

Like you missin' me

'Til you come home just know I miss you

Like you missin' me

Who say it's up with me I'm out here

I don't see nobody

No further questions 'bout my section

You can read about us

Mama'll say I was ungrateful

I ain't wanna wear chucks

She gone I miss her 'less I'm high

Then I don't feel her love

I paint the streets for me and ric'

They try put us up

I told myself five times before

Two more should be enough

I wanna live forever too so

I'ma shoot my gun

'Cause second place the first to lose

I don't do runner-up runner-up

Like when you need me

Name a time that I ain't come in clutch

You dropped the ball but we was dogs

So I'ma pick it up I ain't

I'm asking austin why he crossed us

I ain't do him nothin'

I'll there so must did I don't

Feel none like I'm did a nife

No way they real as me

When it was tight

I still had bricks of ice for ten a piece

I got a million for the judge

Before they sentence ric

Do somethin' to you

I'm sendin' on a killin' spree

Although you gone you know I miss you

Like you missin' me

'Til you come home just know I miss you

Like you missin' me

Although you gone just know I miss you

Like you missin' me like you missin' me

'Til you come home just know I miss you

Like you missin' me

Missin' me my