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waiting - miles gaines & the game lyrics

[verse * miles gaines]

“yeah, uh, look”

snakes in the grass but i’ve been shaving it
tryna’ reach new heights, but i’ve been pacin’ it
i done spent decades on this music sh*t
bumpin’ ludacris, jadakiss, and st. lunatics
lately, my career been a candle in the wind
but i ain’t goin’ no where till’ mama up in that benz
i used to watch my uncles hang out by the fence
’till my uncle hit the fence, and ended up in the feds
crockpot in the summer, raised by a single mother
c*caine in my socks, never touched no baking soda
stop sign with the homies, lookin’ out for onе another
fist fights at the park, lookin’ out for undercovеr’s
that’s the sh*t that we was raised in
growing up as a kid, with family in the state pen’
that ain’t the life that was meant for me
that ain’t the life that was meant for me

[pre chorus * miles gaines]

i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my way back home
tryna’ find my way back home
tryna’ find my way back (tryna’ find my way back)

[chorus * miles gaines]

i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my w *ay back home
my people are dyin’ mothers are cryin’
they just want they kids back home
i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my way back home
my people are dyin’ mothers are cryin’
tell my why the city’s so cold

[verse * the game]

i put n***as on reasonable doubt
when i was in compton, in the hood, squeezin’ ’em out
gave my mother and my grandmother reasons to shout
out the window, when they said i wasn’t leaving the house
lil’ snotty nosed n***a  used to be in the southside
all the b*tches loved me, used to leave ’em with they mouth wide ’cuz when jayceon came outside
guess jeans, jordans, and that gl*ck from the couch ride
but here we are, maybach’s and coupes
long way from that demo that i played back for snoop
same demo that i handed to suge, at nineteen
ridin’ down wilshire in my impala, the ice cream
i was on some master p sh*t
n***as see me, know it’s no limit to this heat b*tch
‘member when my teacher said i wouldn’t be sh*t
ms. smith and my math teacher mr. johnson eat d*ck

[pre chorus * miles gaines]

i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my way back home
tryna’ find my way back home
tryna’ find my way back (tryna’ find my way back)

[chorus * miles gaines]

i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my way back home
my people are dyin’ mothers are cryin’
they just want they kids back home
i been waitin’ so d*mn long
tryna’ find my way back home
my people are dyin’ mothers are cryin’
tell my why the city’s so cold

- miles gaines the game lyrics

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