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letra de made it home - sauce walka

[verse]
starin’ at my past through the window pane
shackled to the bus seat of the blue bird after catching chain
pull up to the unit, break of dawn, morning, wind or rain
cuffs freezing my wrists, i’m locked in shame over the set i bang
hit the bowl and nail it, five offenders already know my name
ain’t even cl-ssified yet, my name louder than five jets
’cause i was in my city leavin’ blood on n-ggas’ pyrex
pistol whippin’ n-ggas’ big homies, startin’ up dry plex
five months into my sentence i had a cellphone, sendin’ dry texts
and two female guards on my d-ck bringin’ the drop, next
dropped a couple n-ggas and i ran the cellblock, next
i had to learn some sk!lls, muslims showed me how to block, next
now i’m transportin’ contraband all in my sock, next
how easy we touch free world drugs, i thought rock’s next
i never cared for football games, dominos, hot chess
’cause they’ll be the reason one of these b-tch n-ggas get dropped next
stabbed up or popped next
poker in my long-john sweats just in case a riot pop off at rec
i’ma split a n-gga neck for my respect, that’s a nike check
i gotta go home after this, jordan in charlotte
my family in the freeway know me, who gon’ pay the rent?
my daddy livin’ check to check and child support take half of that
backpay, and i been livin’ with him since the fourth grade
the government ain’t sh-t
they charge the father just ’cause the mama say
but they don’t even take the time out to find where the mama stay
’cause mama ain’t raise me a half a day past age seven man
but still i’m mayweather, man
in them streets, i had my racks up
for 3 years in the pen, that sh-t run dry when sh-t get backed up
when them hoes don’t send no money, block they calls, and start to act up
when your n-ggas can’t send you money ’cause they strugglin’, and that’s jacked up
that’s what they need you back for
whole time this the same reason you in here shacked up
this whole cycle is smacked up
and it’s time for rack up, i’m sleepin’ in the h-llhole
i ain’t got a letter in four months so i gotta sh-ll soul
i should’ve been a lawyer or doctor or a n-gga that sell gold
but instead my dumb -ss was in the streets lettin’ them sh-lls blow
now i’m wearin’ field yard boots, no guccis and sh-lltoes
tryna get a sick p-ss, we out here workin’ with scarecrows
i always knew that i would touch down and go hit melrose
but i never knew that i would touch down and start to sell hoes
drop a couple quick rap songs, now i can sell clothes
i told my po i’ma make it, but she ain’t think so
sneakin’ codeine in my system, that’s why i blink slow
almost p-ss dirty, i’m thankful the lord spared me
i used to pray a lot but i swear that he never heard me
’cause every time i jumped in the whip, the law swerved me
but every time i went on that trip, i dodged jerseys
the penal system made me a legend like james worthy
i came back with too much game and too st-rdy
now i’m buyin’ the same cars as the plugs, with no birdies
i tried to put my whole clique on and they all burnt me
but i let that sh-t roll off my shoulders because it learnt me
i found my lane and stayed on the b-tch because she turned me
i made my first hundreds of thousands and got a surgery

[outro]
i made it home
haha, ooh-wee, yeah

- sauce walka

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