Lyrics:
come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers
When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller
I come off my head like my hat do
MC stand still like a statue
laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping
But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga
laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping
But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga
with me
Will you come back will you come back
Will you come back
I'll take you right back take you right back
Take you right back
Will you come back
without a home
Years later i got the money
Blood sweat & tears
For the money
The money come n go like that
You know them bitches
Coming right back
on the charts
And when that leaves you feelin all cold and empty
They just add another verse by a dead MC
Rappers nowadays come a dozen for a dime
But true
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
Searching for comfort drastically, can you come be my backbone?
House ain't feeling like home so it make me don't want to move back home.
Just want someone
'Cause a girl where they come from
We don't like two and three
It's the tribal
'Cause you should go come back to trouble
Y'all breaking me
(Breaking you,
by design or is it just a token?
Back home, they say you’ve been gone too long
But are you gonna come home?
It feels like yesterday
We were just
down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing "black goes south while white comes north"
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing "I got mine
down
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine
right here in the USA
Dream home for two in the USA
Hot jazz, cool blues, we got country
We get rock and roll all day
Like to dance, come on down get
on
And did 70 on the way home
I pulled up in the drive way hopped out and slammed the car door
Then go around the back bust up in the house
And she screaming
done by all the bandages
Hiding the courthouse sandwiches
Dreamin until it vanishes
Livin my wildest fantasies
Dallas 'Lanta Los Angelas
Couple of booty
lips like collagen
You be at home on the John, I guess you stallin' then
I'm on the stage thrashin with my Sennheiser apparatus
So who's the baddest?
on at home
I got brothers still in the Earth that I can’t see anymore
I got family cross the border tryna pull up to shore
I’m the legend up in this bitch I
extend it no further
The men could go as they pleased
But not a man moved
Their eyes gazed straight ahead
'Til one by one they stepped back and not a word
can make it back home safe
Instead of heaven gate
Although it is a better place
Shout out juice wrld
Cuz niggas treat it like a death race
I do this for
Don't wake up the muhfucking giant
Ok met a couple people they did me dirty
Hoped on a mini van told my mama i'll be home by 2:30
I always got my back if
but its stepped on
I aint Jay Z gotta stretch it bro
In the line of work where my niggas dont always make it home
John Legend Ima take it slow
You can
the planet
And now they're asking how he got by
Higher degree but not higher than me
And i'm never salty bout' a small fry
Seen the truth and now it's all lies
to you dirty ass hoe?
You'll say that you "musician" After Ski, banjo
I will be the cool dude that drifts in the snow
Then fly back home from Alpins to my
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