Текст пісні Dead Homies - RJmrLA

Dead Homies

Aye they rather hear my story without the glory\nHighest in the room I felt the rain and made it stormy\nI use to wish my mom and dad had abort me\nBut they schooled me out the jungle like dorsey\nHold up bitch you know we jammin' like courtney\nPalm angel demon later hangin' out the forty\nDr. Kevorkian standin' over these dead bodies\nFootprint on Benjamin face I step Godly\nThumbin' through hunnids feel like I’m lookin' in the mirror\nWith a bad Spanish cougar kind of remind me of Shakira\nAnd she connected\nPlugged me with the Mexicans\nThey booked me for a show micheladas was prerequisite\nFucked her for an hour on the counter off the adderal\nI know some straight bitches that be faggin' off\nI can’t forget about all my niggas in the penitentiary\nDon’t call it lack of compassion for all the victims I’m just visualizing\nvictory\nAye 'cause niggas be thinkin' shit sweet until the smell hit\nOutta towners deposit a fee on some Zelle shit\nGang politics got 'em polished without the nail kit\nAip Rex and Tiny pistol 'til I’m dead with ya\nOn the dead homies\nI pray the angels save a halo for my red homies\nNiggas be lyin' they be blowin up they dead homie\nHome slide send you to yo' dead homies\nChops cookin' up the mills without the kitchen whoops\nMy dead homies need an appeal I’m who they livin' through\nCocaine and drills was visible in my living\nTryna pick up a skill we put them sticks to use\nI’m plugged in the belly of the beast with no umbilical\nMud became the way that we eat supply the minerals\nJumpin' out the coupe with the squeeze like it’s some lemon juice\nSkippin' interviews skitzo that’s an interlude\nNeighbors left the window open dinner food steamin'\nSmell seeping like a potion when it’s mixed with new ingredients\nStomach touchin' test of times is through obedience\nTake one of my homies life nigga we slidin' through immediately\nMy girl love it when I skeet in her P\nI pray my kids don’t carry on this demon in me\nI stack paper like books nigga read 'em and weep\nI run it up with K down 'til we sleepin' in peace\nOn the dead homies\nI pray the angels save a halo for my red homies\nNiggas be lyin' they be blowin up they dead homie\nHome slide send you to yo' dead homies\nThis one for my homies\nSee yuou when I get there\nThis one for my homies\nSee you when I get there\nOn the dead homies\nI pray the angels save a halo for my red homies\nNiggas be lyin' they be blowin up they dead homie\nHome slide send you to yo' dead homies