S.N.I.T.C.H. Lyrics by Pusha T (feat. Pharrell Williams)
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Sorry n****
I’m tryna come home
Well the walls are talkin’ to me
And I know you think I’m wrong
But sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Hey
Now when the phone start to clickin’
Your words start to echo
Say you gotta hang up
But that man won’t let go
Oh
My n**** say it ain’t so
Now we speakin’ on some n*****
That he say he ain’t know
We used to steal dirt bikes
Dodge raindrops
So close n*****
Thought we had the same pops
Graduated
Gettin’ money on the same blocks
But things changed
And we ain’t end up in that same box
Hearin’ whispers
It ain’t addin’ up
Givin’ you the jailhouse talk
But you ain’t mad enough
I never thought I’d be the last man
Standing up
I never thought I’d have to question
“Were you man enough?”
Long letters
How the streets got the best of you
Telling all your cellies
How come I ain’t sittin’ next to you
Yeah
See I can read between the lines
So it’s awkward when you call
And I gotta press 5
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
I think the feds
Are lookin’ through me
Can’t you hear it
In my tone?
So then, sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Hey
Got me tiptoeing
Through the conversation on our calls
Tryna act normal
But the writin’s on the walls
It’s like I hear you smilin’
When you heard they hit the wall
But I just let it ride
So I don’t be the next to fall
They saying Terry have been gettin’ money
While I’m gone
And won’t he tryna holla
At my bitch when I was home
Nah he’s sellin’ cars
It be him and Lil’ Rome
I’m just tryna offset
What he was sayin’ on my phone
Nowadays n***** don’t need
Shovels to bury you
Pointin’ fingers like pallbearers
It’s how they carry you
So much for death before dishonor
Might as well have a robe and gavel
Like your Honor
I just sit and wonder
Play it by the numbers
When you ride like lightnin’
Then you crash like thunder
Seen your baby mama
She ain’t even know if she should speak
What the fuck is there to say
Knowin’ her king’s now weak sayin’
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Well the walls are talkin’ to me
And I know you think I’m wrong
But sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Hey
Let’s talk real, n*****
Let’s speak real n****
How many n***** you know
Snitching you ain’t killed n****?
Covered his own tracks
He didn’t care that
We had a legacy he killed
I got to wear that
Every move we ever made
Is gettin’ stared at
I bet the man inside his mirror
Doesn’t stare back
Break your heart
When the man you call your brother
Be the same one
To set in motion
All them undercovers
Called my mom mother
Was at my graduation
When I signed my record deal
You was my motivation
From great friends
Now it’s no affiliation
Divided by the time
He was facin’
Once he told me that
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
Sorry n****
I’m tryna to come home
I think the feds
Are lookin’ through me
Can’t you hear it
In my tone?
So then sorry n****
I’m tryna come home
Hey
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