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Not Here Anymore Lyrics - Charity Starts At Home - Phonte

[Phonte] 

Went to the well and made a wish 

Pray to god I stay around, Tiggalo love to throw his weight around 

On the same scale they weigh the fish 

It's just what it seems, sweet dreams are made of this 

Holler at me if you ever been a underdog 

Or set up a upset, standing on the verge of your success 

Steady bearing your soul to the world, you undressed 

Surrounded by your success-ors, and the whores you ain't fucked yet 

That's how I be getting it, I don't need the lime light 

That's young nigga shit, I'm a OG, and the G is for gentleman 

Yes Phontigga spit, amazon flame watch 9th Rekindle it 

Cause I pad verses with the wisdom of my innocence lost 

2 brothers 2 peas in the pod 

2 comeback seasons apart 

Take it back to when I be in the park 

I rhyme till I couldn't see in the dark 

So silly niggas better be on your guard 

Longest breadth in my being, I'ma be on my job 

With good music got that good feel 

A good meal, leafy greens, 2 veggies, protein and a starch 

And I'm out 

[Phonte] 

Right where I thought I'd be, 

It's another part of me 

And the world so sad to see 

That I'm not here anymore 

Wind blowing through the trees 

Blue Bull-City skies 70 degrees 

'Te embodies an architect and when he rhyme about it he body the whole 

Alphabet 

So bury me a G 

My mama say she done enough worrying for me 

So I'm done currying, fable what you niggas groundhoggin' 

Spitting that same shit, y'all Bill Murrayin' 

My dc niggas say you bammas lack experience 

Carolina on my mind like Steve Spurrier 

I'm the courier, carrying the word 

That with these verbs, that nigga Phonte's a little murderous 

See a little nervousness, and a frown 

Cause you know deep down you ain't nice, just a little courteous 

You just running game nigga, we the fucking tournament 

You a temporary visa to a fucking permanent 

Resident, citizen it's evident 

The denizens took over the big house on some Nat Turner shit 

Shoulders back, head high to the fucking firmament 

Can't be like us, and fear no man 

Niggas bleed like us, get a fucking tourniquet, nigga 

Right where I thought I'd be, 

It's another part of me 

And the world so sad to see 

That I'm not here- 

[ELZhi] 

Check, I'm poetic while they po-thetic 

I play they life like a movie 

And in the end give them no credit 

I was told to run it so I grip the baton 

And spit magic like it's pouring out the tip of a wand 

Don't trip you ain't equipped to fix your lip and respond 

I plan to, ex you out like the man who 

Hands you a script of Korans 

Since lights flipped, I'm getting chips in Milan 

Pull dips, push whips like the ones from the clips in the Tron film 

I'll blow your mental mass where you mind stem 

Like a 9-m-m right at your line trim 

You must rewind him 

The syllable sensei, to bring you to your knees 

The way biblical men pray 

Or whores in the brothel 

Cause I Spill I'll from the grill 

Like one who reveals sores from their mouth hole 

And if you only knew the shit that I been through 

To paint the type of pictures my pen drew 

Your label tries to fuck you your friends screw 

You over now you're sober, watching bad energy affect the evils that men do 

They fuckin see-through 

I'm a sick flow-er that carry lines 

Like when you click over on you dick blowers and it sucks to be you 

Right where I thought I'd be, 

It's another part of me 

And the world so sad to see 

That I'm not here anymore. 

I'm not here anymore 

I'm not here, can't anymore. 

 

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