Full Lyrics : Yo$hwa - Homeward feat. BCray

Yo$hwa - Homeward feat. BCray Lyrics

Little black boy won't you walk at the door

Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough

Mind full of track 'cause she already know

No matter how rich he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

Mama I know you keep the lights about yourself

Hanging in them house with them draws upon his shelf

Lately you been blind and take the time to learn the Braille

Nah I don't wanna have to pay the drizzle what I sell

But you give me no choice man I'm glad I'm not a doctor

Making no money too bad daddy ain't a doctor

He did die mad but that man needs a doctor

Left us alone damn look where he dropped us

Just look when I'm booked in the concert

Slang for you how you live with that in your conscience

You know what I gotta do when I'm sorry

Yeah, you want me do it but we need a roof, mama watch me

Little black boy won't you walk at the door

Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough

Mind full of track 'cause she already know

No matter how rich he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

He might not come home, ride of the dough when the light goes on

Ride and per song in the microphone

Now I rather ride in the zone quick blight that bone

How you n*ggas with no pirate son,

Broke n*ggas are headed in my direction

The lights been off in my mama's crib

Pajamas and biss since I was a kid

I think it's time to put them all

Damn I even put my whip on chrome

Damn, with these n*ggas doing with they songs

I'm giving medicine, I could do no wrong

And pops can't see us and the doctors now

It's like it should have been since the lights went out

It's like it should have been before the fight broke out

One day if he would have been a psycho now

I'll never find out

Little black boy won't you walk at the door

Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough

Mind full of track 'cause she already know

No matter how rich he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

Damn, I can't just leave my son alone

I need my nails, my braces, my show and my patron

Sometimes I wonder where things went wrong

I remember he just wanna sing a song

Ain't tryina have no dirty money, no

Out on the streets I know they're gonna go

A little n*gga ain't running hoes

I hope that half black boy run it all, run it all

I hope that half black boy when he goes, when he goes

I hope he come back with the hundred oh

I know I wanna sing with the good for the low

When I'm never on the scene as I'm with my folks

Work so hard can we please just toast

Now we gotta go to work, well then here I go

Never had an ounce, either it was in the air

Or a literal in my hand, but I didn't really care

But I might cope one, put it on the house

Maybe buy a new couch, get a whip and an ounce

There ain't nothing wrong with just getting it

Money don't talk but it really makes sense

If you start getting it like I get this

Might not come home 'cause I'm tryina get rich

See the little black boy running with the dough

Try to take a guess what he going through a home

Only he know 'cause he stood upon his own

But he went into the world will be going through his dome

Ain't no thang, got it all here

Not 100 o's, but some bars for your ears

I ain't spit this cause since '96, I ain't tripping off notes

That's a skanky chick

I ain't even supposed to go off but so I did

I ain't never take a day off this what I live

I ain't even think the same thoughts for thinking is

I ain't even, couple n*ggas who gonna set to live

(x2)

Little black boy won't you walk at the door

Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough

Mind full of track 'cause she already know

No matter how rich he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

He might not come home, he might not come home

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