S.N.I.T.C.H. (Album Version|Explicit)

S N I T C H (feat Pharrell) - Pusha T

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Well the walls are talking to me

And I know you think I'm wrong

But sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Now when the phone start to click in

Your words start to echo

Say you got to hang up

But the man won't let go

Oh my ni**a say it ain't so

Now we speaking on some niggas

That he say he ain't know

We used to steal dirt bikes

Dodge raindrops

So close niggas thought we had the same pops

Graduated gettin' money on the same blocks

But things changed and

We ain't end up in the same box

Hear 'em whispers "it ain't adding up"

Giving 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 had 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 sitting next to you

Yeah see I can read between the lines

So it's awkward when you call and I gotta press 5

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

I think the Feds are looking through me

Can't you hear it in my tone

So I'm sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our calls

Tryna act normal but the writing is on the wall

It's like I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the wall

But I just let it ride so I don't be the next to fall

They say been getting money while I'm gone

And wasn't he tryna holla at my b**ch when I was home

Nah he selling cars it'd be him and Lil Rome

I'm just tryna offset what he was saying on my phone

Nowadays niggas don't need shovels to bury you

Pointing fingers like pallbearers 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 lightning

Then you crash like thunder

Seen your baby mama she ain't even know if she should speak

What the f**k is there to say knowing

Her king's now weak saying

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Well the walls are talking to me

And I know you think I'm wrong

But sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Let's talk real niggas

Let's speak real ni**a

How many niggas you know snitching you ain't killed ni**a

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 getting 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 that setting 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 facing

Once he told me that

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

Sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home

I think the Feds are looking through me

Can't you hear it in my tone

So I'm sorry ni**a I'm tryna come home