As we continue on
This shit's called, "Homecoming" (uh, yeah)
Uh (I'm on my way home)
Uh-huh, yeah
I'm I-95 cruising (uh), the sun in my eyes (yeah)
Headed south, dawg, my mom ain't seen her son in awhile
Yeah, I sure live
Can't wait to see my niggas and fuck with my old chicks (yeah)
Can't wait to cruise the city, be catching them cold grins (damn)
Same niggas, same place, doing the same old shit
Yeah, so nigga watch it
A nigga been in NY tryna get some bigger pockets
You still up in the Ville, tryna make it in the trap
I'm finna put us on the map, I told you I was coming back, cuz
Yeah, so make way
The prince of the city, ain't a street that I can't stay
You niggas is hatin', just be happy I ain't change
Blunts rolled to the murk, we all want the same thing
And that's money to feed us, yup
We pray to God, but, we ain't tryna meet him yet
(Might not be such a bad idea if I never) yeah
Hold up now, nigga (never went home again)
Actually, that is a bad idea, my nigga
'Cause, uh, now, now, now (yeah)
Now I'ma always come home, it's where a nigga was grown (of course)
Where a nigga was shown how to scrap (yup)
Shown how to mack (yup)
Where my niggas sold a whole lot of crack (yup)
Juggling them hoes, there was a whole lot of that (yup)
Momma work to the bone, puttin' clothes on my back
I'm comin' home to give everything I owe to her back (yes)
Yeah (home is where the hatred is)
That's what they say, man, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shout to the whole Ville
Of course, so real (home is filled with pain)
(And it might not be such a bad idea if I never) uh
(Never went home again)
Hello? Chill out, nigga, what's up, boy?
Yeah, I just touched down, man
I'm over off Ramsey and shit
Aight, well look, I'm about to go check out my mom's, man
What's jumping for tonight?
Oh, the Live? Yeah, I'm in there, nigga
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