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A música “Home Alone” de Bas foi composta por Abbas Hamad, Jermaine Lamarr Cole.

Home Alone

Abbas Hamad, Jermaine Lamarr Cole

This shit just be like journals
Journal entries, journal entry

Dedicated to the niggas that switched
Dedicated to the women I miss
Dedicated to the one that I love
Never strained, I ain't fuckin' up this
Dedicated to my niggas that stayed
With me even through my questionable ways
Dedicated to the seeds that we growin'
World revolve around this family I raised

I ain't a killer but don't slip up and tempt me
I paint a picture like I mentored da Vinci
The rain, it fill up on em, India and Sicily
I was young and not developed yet mentally
Mommy, daddy arguin' in the livin' room
I would come to learn that some things ain't meant to be
Guess I'm destined for a childhood of solitude
Introverted curbs, but nobody's listenin'
Father figure wasn't on television screens
Told me stories every day that were riveting
Homicidal niggas die over anything
All my idols either rapping or pivotin'
On the sofa every day, I resemble Macaulay Culkin while my mama deliverin'
Home alone without the mansion, I'm glancin' out windows, makin' sure no rappers is visitin'
Paranoid, 'cause I know the city is wild, I seen that shit with my own eyes
First time I 'member a nigga try break in our crib late at night, I was five
Dead tired, I called for my mama, somehow in that moment I realized
We was sittin' ducks, no man in the house, just two kids and her
And nowhere was her nigga, don't give a fuck, better toughen up

And it seem like that shit stuck with me
Keep your guard up, don't fuck with me
Niggas better know what's up with me, what's up with me
And it seem like that shit stuck with me
Keep your guard up, don't fuck with me
Niggas better know what's up with me

Dedicated to the niggas that switched (yeah)
Dedicated to the women I miss (yeah)
Dedicated to the one that I love (yeah)
Never strained, I ain't fuckin' up this (uh)
Dedicated to my niggas that stayed (yeah)
With me even through my questionable ways (yeah)
Dedicated to the seeds that we growin'
World revolve around this family we raised

Still recall coldest nights, dodging bullet showers
It ain't black and white like a Kurosawa
Got the money and fame, but we took the power
Spent it all, made it back, blew a million dollars
Went to school scholarship, but I weren't a scholar
I dropped out, I was hustlin', didn't tell my father
He was proud, I'm ashamed, I had broke my honor
Duckin' jack boys and D-Tecs they talkin' colors
TNT twice a week was a fuckin' problem
But you reap what you sow, I made coats of armor
GCP and IE was my road to karma
Sleepless nights, rappin' loads off from home to Harlem
Though my pockets was hungry, my soul was starvin'
Didn't reach my potential 'til Cole came callin'
Gave me space to reflect when the tour was startin'
Couldn't waste and neglect, had a bigger callin'
Almost died, saw the flash of life, callin' home from the afterlife
Crime pays, almost paid the price
Mama told me she prayed that my life spared
Devil on my shoulder like a boulder
But just when I needed you, God, you was right there
In my corner like Cus D'Amato Iron Mike from the city where nobody fight fair
Yeah, yeah

Bas

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