Текст песни Come On Home (GQ) с переводом

Come on home, come on home

Come on home, come on home

I’m back talking that shit again

Oh, perfect game I’m just pitching them

Been on this road for a minute, should call Michelen Quentin

You only human, I say as if god listenin'

Let me work this out make sure I get my fitness in

See another day I’m checking off my bucket list again

All they care about is who you fuck and what you whipping in

Fishtailing a back road, black hole I’m slipping in

See my partners hook me up cause they hustle like fisherman

All gold everything but I write with Egyptian pens

Oh, music help keep the weak together

When we together she candy coated, sweet as nectar

My old life is old spice I been free of pepper

They like «you went form good, great to even better»

No election I’m running I could teach a leopard

Faith is when you know you fly when you just got a piece of feather

A little different from hers, hers and him

But I’mma splash I got birds having the urge to swim

Take a note from earth and wind, we all got reasons

This world’s where we’ll be till we all stop breathing

We all not angels but we all not demons

We ain’t got chains on but we all not freemen

Like jebodiah of heaven higher then I’mma need a

Helicopter if not I’ll cop a angel off a needle

Did this shit for lil bob, rest in peace little

They just sick now and then, I’m a permanent fever

I’mma be here for a minute, change for the meter?

Thought I was playing til they paying change for a feature

I work my ass off but my brain dizzy

Society crazy I shoulda brought ‘caine with me

Instead I brought a notepad and pain with me

Pops tell me keep playing don’t let that fame get me

Shorty duwop get a shot can you blame

She try to reach me but can’t cause I remain busy

I never sleep so these bed bugs ain’t bit me

I ain’t your bodyguard bitch and shit you ain’t Whitney

My favourite rapper still Pac, but I aim Biggie

I wish I had my own world like I made Mickey

I want enough bread in my pocket to lay in Jiffy

They way I rap I stand out like a Vegas hickey

More dues, I’m paying plenty, play is tricky

Just laugh at ‘em never lettin' what they say offend me

I chase Henny, my bottle float til the bay is empty

When I be outta town they love how I display my city

Grade school my bae was way cool

Til that one day we split up in the alley like Trae and Ricki

I know my real folk, I just hope I keep ‘em with me

A lotta snakes around but I never let ‘em constrict me

Waited a while for this, my brotha say I’m wild for this

Think I’m getting back in shape, I ran an extra mile for this

I’m back talkin' that shit again, oh!

I’m back talkin' that shit again, oh!

I’m back talkin' that shit again, oh!

My life taking a wide turn, feet feel numb and my eyes burn

Guess they gotta wait for me to sign a cheque

You sick of being broke, getting money’s a side effect

Grooving, moving like needle speed when I lie detect

I ain’t into politics, I just got a high connect

Looks on your faces say «I'm impressed»

I’m half man, half amazing with a lion chest

Part of me is good with life but part of me just need some things

I just keep playing two people like I’m Regina King

No slide I’m still swinging

These rappers is comedy like Varnell Hill singing

Love the way the boy bounce back I’m still springing

And calls from them unknown numbers still ringing, oh!

At the crib blowing my face off, watching face off

My day like Malaysian planes never can I take off

Pray for them just like I pray for us

Swear even the small shit can hurt you like a paper cut

Can’t conduct properly, I’m propane fear

I’m just all the way out here Kash, control shit when no name said

My niggas say I’m ill as fuck, I’m girl say I’m real as fuck

The world say the same things we love what be killing us

I can make the best out look like an underachiever

Better than fucking with me, I’m hafta go with neither

In the next life, I’mma wanna meet myself

I can’t swallow my pride so will it eat itself?

I try to piece myself together, oh

Can I feel this good forever, oh

I just had to demonstrate

Rated Oakland for the summer, this here’s a picnic plate, boy

Other day I had a talk with a teenager

Like he saw a ghost way his face was made up

84th and Birch where he reside, hella drama collide

Ask him what he wanna be when he grow up, told me «alive»

Sirens in the backdrop, he started to flashback

Age 9, him and his mom on the AmTrak

Leaving everything behind except memories

When life had you bugging you travel like centipedes

Every day all he do is see his mom stress

Can’t talk to pop, he the reason that they in this mess

35 with a 35 to L, no parole

Took a hit from the bottle right before he lost control

Lost his job, got a baby comin', can’t tell his wife

Now he drunk driving on slick roads and rainy nights

Back to the car swervin', panic and tire screechin'

Vehicle came to a halt now he at fault

Body on the asphalt just motionless

With enough evidence to spot who the culprit is

Doin' what she can, Uncle Sam say it ain’t enough

Momma too busy, so myself I can’t conduct properly

Start to let the world just influence him

Had the wrong people in his ear start boostin' him

Up to a plateau, classroom in the back row

Fuck school if I pass will they let my dad go?

Mind set daddy in, mommy try to keep him calm

Now the only thing that have him chill is what he cheefing on

Keep getting kicked outta schools, he on his third one

Used to be an honor roll student

And momma just left the doc, she having another son

But she don’t have a husband there to help her groom him

Days get longer, momma still working shifts

He still cutting class with friends in stolen whips

Slide cars and puff green, that’s five stars

Blank out, wake up missing like five calls

Sooner how he should checked his call log

Unknown numbers, a voicemail his heart falls

Out of his chest, soon as he got the news

That his mom and little brother to be had been abused

By a man his mom secretly fooled with

Before his pops even start doing his time, losin' his mind

Talking through a glass, pops get a visitation

Son looking at him face full of desperation

Tell him what happened, now pops pissed in disbelief

One for what’s going on and one that his wife would cheat

Life is deep, mad as fuck, tear drop, wipe his cheek

Shake his head, tell his son «you know this ain’t the life for me»

Silence falls between ‘em

His son looked at him said «yea, but you the reason»