Aye aye aye aye Me and the homies But I'm with the homies right now One day, it's gon' burn you out Everybody, everybody Everybody sit your bitch ass down and Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smoking on

I dedicate this song to you, The one who never sees the truth, That I can take away your hurt, heartbreak girl. Hold you tight straight through the day light, I'm right here, when you gonna realize That I'm your cure, heartbreak girl? You call me up,

The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

For more than just a day This time the girl is gonna stay I just can't help believin' When she slips her hand in my hand And it feels so small and helpless And my fingers fold around it like a glove And her tears are shining honey sweet with love This

I will remain until the day I die The distance apart, the longing in our hearts We keep this path alive, never break the ties I will hold fast The reverberations escape and embrace me to a lonely sleep As thoughts hold on to me With words left unspoken I

The more I have to pay The high cost of love Getting higher every day Seems like the less I get The price is getting Higher every day When it comes to good loving It's the same old way The less I get

Yeah, yeah, yeah Would you hit me? Hear my name, take a good look This could be the day Hold my hand, walk beside me I just need to say What the fuck is this world Running to, you didn't Leave a message, at least I

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

A heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Texas was green eyes crying goodbye Was a long drive Ohio was a riverbank 10 speed layin' in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long long summer days Tennessee was a guitar