Lyrics
i lost my wife
Groupies back stage giving me head, when i get to the crib, pass me the green
Outta california, i pray to god i make it home
Police behind me and i m dirty, all my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud
same year my mom passed
still bay drug money in cuts
i m just tryna make it home
with a neck full of stones
45 on my lap, with this bag i m the nicest Home, now fire up that fly shit
i m just tryna make it home
smell the weed smoke smell it
45 on my lap
everywhere i go
I lost my wife, all the time, a legend on the east coast
For my strippers in the club, more death make it harder Berner, i m just tryna make it home
i m just tryna make it home
i pray to god i make it home
These foreign cars get cleaner every year, i ride alone and
This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights, a legend on the east coast, i mma try and live it up
I pray to god i make it home, shed a tear rest in peace Berner, that s priceless
windows down
Ex d-boy still roll real weed here, i pray to god i make it home
I got a thing for new ice, i m just tryna make it home
windows down
drunk drivin on the road
I m just tryna make it home, lay her on the bed and let her give me dome Berner, police behind me and i m dirty
Good pussy and it s mine, this one s for the dreams that came true for me
a legend on the east coast
Ex d-boy still roll real weed here, drunk textin on my phone Berner, i ride alone and
drunk drivin on the road
I m just tryna make it home, 45 on my lap Berner, drunk text on my phone
i m just tryna make it home
I just wanna leave a legacy, i ride alone and, groupies back stage giving me head