Dirty sticks and dirty choppers…)
[Verse 1]
I been waitin’ on you, to come through, so what’s the move?
Locked my heart up in a bottle and I won’t let it loose
He playin’ I’m gon’ pop him, yeah, gon’ lay him down
Late night searchin’ for the opps, bitches don’t come around
It’s a ghost town, we spinnin’, late night killin’
I need healin’, lately stuck in my feelings
I be tryna keep my distance, just me and bro, we reminiscing
Say you love me, then show it — I’m done with the talkin’
Fuck that boy, he talkin’, catch him walkin’, we off him
I pour pain in my cup, mix it with codeine
Tryna drown the dark emotions, these demons hauntin’ me
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[Hook / Chorus]
I gotta keep my heat, dirty sticks ridin’ with me
Pray I make it home, these streets cold, they get greedy
Demons lurkin’ in the dark, I can’t be alone
Every loss turned me savage, now my love gone
This ain’t no love song…
I gotta make it home, yeah, I gotta make it home
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[Verse 2]
Heart froze, I don’t trust a soul, can’t let no one in
Lost too many to the game, I can’t pretend
I been hurt before, won’t let that happen again
All this pressure on my back, I can’t fold or bend
My brother call, I’m ridin’, no hesitation
Loyalty the code, that’s my dedication
They don’t understand my pain, they just see my chain
They don’t know the nights I cried tryna numb this pain
Got blood in my eyes, can’t sleep, I’m restless
Mama said, “pray, baby boy, you blessed”
But I been tryna find peace in this chaos
One wrong move and your life get laid off
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[Hook / Chorus]
I gotta keep my heat, dirty sticks ridin’ with me
Pray I make it home, these streets cold, they get greedy
Demons lurkin’ in the dark, I can’t be alone
Every loss turned me savage, now my love gone
This ain’t no love song…
I gotta make it home, yeah, I gotta make it home
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[Bridge]
They don’t know what I been through, pain I been facin’
Tryna smile through it all, but my heart still achin’
If I die tonight, just know I kept it real
Everything I said, I meant it, that’s how I feel
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[Outro – soft, faded vocals]
(Dirty sticks and dirty choppers… yeah…)
I just pray I make it home…
Every night I ride alone…
Demons callin’ my phone…
But I can’t let go…
