My Homie lyrics

[Intro]
Mmm, mmm, yo yo
Yo yo, yo yo yo yo, uh-uh
Wait my whole life, to do this motherf*cker up
Yo yo yo yo, weed and Courvoisier and sh*t
Yo yo, yo, uh-huh
n*gga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat
Since I bought "1st Infantry" and sh*t, hehehe
Yo yo yo yo

[Chorus]
What's a real n*gga addiction? Money, weed and b*tches
Hanging with snitches, sh*t, it wasn't my intention

[Verse 1]
I didn't know I knew him for years
Who would think his gums were soft?
To all my n*ggas I would die for
Load my pistol up go out and war for
Spend my last you keep your half we all poor
No way to go ill walk you through my front door
My ninjas do the same see when we was younger
You were my mane
n*gga I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand
Putting my life up in you hands, pointing your finger like "Damn!"
For really though? We was just sling Oxy
Like a year ago, you knew my sister tho
Auntie, cousins and my uncle Joe
Cuz, you hit my 'dro, see my n*gga you's a ho
Remember those Cheerios? Ninja Turtles
On my grandma's floor, I'm like for sure (Donatello)
Catch you on the rebound you bound to dr-izz-ound
Grave lounge where you sit down
What goes around comes ar-izz-ound
The sky is up and hell is low
Keep your mouth shut, bet he won't tell no more
[Chorus]
What's a real n*gga addiction? Money, weed and b*tches
Hanging with snitches, sh*t, it wasn't my intention
b*tch-ass n*gga (f*ck yo' ass comin from?)
Fo' sho'
What's a real n*gga addiction? Money, weed and b*tches
Hanging with snitches, sh*t, it wasn't my intention
b*tch-ass n*gga (who the f*ck you on the phone with?)
Aww sh*t

[Verse 2]
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock
Did what I did who woulda knew you was the cops
Talking all on the phone, to your homies about plots
Got me up in the box
Thought that you was my n*gga
Ya got your scentence reduced
Cause you told em that I pulled the trigger
And I was looking out for you
Tried to show him just how we do
Put all my sh*t aside now I'm through
Figured that I would keep it crippy
This what this real n*gga get me
Locked up for like a century
While you get chances of a Bentley
f*ck my old b*tches while I beat my di*k plenty
My shooting finger itchy
But I hope somebody get him, but probably not
sh*t I ain't sweating it, cuz got me hot, better get his ass popped
Can't get over how we was tough as leather
Man, we did everything together, f*cked our first b*tches
And earned our first cheddar, robbed the first n*gga
Was down for whatever and I'll blast 'til forever
If we had too, but it's all cool
[Chorus]
What's a real n*gga addiction? Money, weed and b*tches
Hanging with snitches, sh*t, it wasn't my intention
b*tch-ass n*gga (f*ck yo' ass comin from?)
Fo' sho'
What's a real n*gga addiction? Money, weed and b*tches
Hanging with snitches, sh*t, it wasn't my intention
b*tch-ass n*gga (who the f*ck you on the phone with?)
Awwwwww sh*t

[Outro]
Started around the bottom
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top
Don't let these n*ggas know your plots
Wha-word, wha-word, word... Q!