Pusha T - S.N.I.T.C.H. (feat. Pharrell Williams)
Pharrell:Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeSorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeWell, the walls are talking to meAnd I know you think I'm wrongBut sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homePusha T:Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echoSay you got to hang up but the man won't let goOh, my nigga say it ain't soNow we speaking on some niggas that he say he ain't knowWe used to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindropsSo close niggas thought we had the same popsGraduated, gettin' money on the same blocksBut things changed and we ain't end up in the same boxHear 'em whispers, "it ain't adding up"Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad enoughI never thought I'd be the last man standing upI never thought I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?"Long letters how the streets got the best of youTelling all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to youYeah, see I can read between the linesSo it's awkward when you call and I gotta press 5Pharrell:Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeSorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeI think the Feds are looking through meCan't you hear it in my tone?So I'm sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homePusha T:Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our callsTryna act normal but the writing is on the wallIt's like I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the wallBut I just let it ride so I don't be the next to fall(They say [?] been getting money while I'm goneAnd wasn't he tryna holla at my bitch when I was home)Nah, he selling cars, it'd be him and Lil RomeI'm just tryna offset what he was saying on my phoneNowadays niggas don't need shovels to bury youPointing fingers like pallbearers how they carry youSo much for death before dishonorMight as well have a robe and gavel like your honorI just sit and wonder, play it by the numbersWhen you ride like lightning then you crash like thunderSeen your baby mama she ain't even know if she should speakWhat the fuck is there to say knowing her king's now weak saying...Pharrell:Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeSorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeWell, the walls are talking to meAnd I know you think I'm wrongBut sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homePusha T:Let's talk real niggas, let's speak real, niggaHow many niggas you know snitching you ain't killed, nigga?Covered his own tracks, he didn't care thatWe had a legacy he killed, I got to wear thatEvery move we ever made is getting stared atI bet the man inside his mirror doesn't stare backBreak your heart when the man you call your brotherBe the same one that setting in motion all them undercoversCalled my mom mother, was at my graduationWhen I signed my record deal you was my motivationFrom great friends now it's no affiliationDivided by the time he was facingOnce he told me that...Pharrell:Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeSorry nigga, I'm tryna come homeI think the Feds are looking through meCan't you hear it in my tone?So I'm sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
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