Lyrics: Akeel Henry/Daniel Batista/Daniel Dove
Music: Akeel Henry/Daniel Batista/Daniel Dove
I just wanna go home
I been here too long
I just wanna my ho
But it way too far
And I ain't really tryna use the phone
Cause all my friends are gone
Feels like I'm in these streets alone
Grindin' with a ho from town to grow
My cell so cold
But the streets colder,colder,colder,colder
Lil homie on the corner
But now I'm all grown up,grown up,grown up,grown up
I do it for us
I do it for me
I do it for you
I do it for we
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
Ain't no stoppin' till we make it
I been runnin' out of patience
If they don't give it to us,we gon' take it
If they don't give it to us,we gon' take it
Cause all we ever knew was pain
The scars remain,oh,no,no
I been outside all day(all day,all day,all day,all day)
The streets way too cold
Oh,I ain't gon' stop no way(no way,no way,no way,no way)
I gotta go,I gotta go
I gotta go,I gotta go
I gotta go,I gotta go
I gotta go,I gotta go
My cell so cold
But the streets colder,colder,colder,colder
Lil homie on the corner
But now I'm all grown up,grown up,grown up,grown up
I do it for us
I do it for me
I do it for you
I do it for we
We gotta make it
We gotta make it
Ain't no stoppin' till we make it