Coming Home Intro

[Verse 1: Sosa Corleone]
Shit so different, bitches act like niggas
Niggas act like bitches, I don't get it
Niggas fake and say they real like I can't really see the difference
My suspicions niggas get, look how they pose all in they pictures
And these hoes will set you so sneaky bitch get out my [?]

[Verse 2: JR007]
Terror Money Boy, I don't know my ABC's
And I been ridin' with them boys so all I know is TMB
Poles in the whip, ain't got no L's, we slangin', fuck the DMV
He talkin' shit then come tonight we put him on a TV screen

[Verse 3: Sosa Corleone]
Thinkin' 'bout the ones I lost and hope they free the ones in prison
Got two choices, take these slugs or take my proposition
I ain't duckin' shit but 12, screamin' fuck the opposition
Niggas mad so they plot on me 'cause I ran up them digits

[Verse 4: JR007]
Met this bad lil bitch, she goin' up, tellin' me she heard of me
She threw it at me, I finessed the bitch like it was burglary
Was all up in her stomach, not talkin' C-section surgery
Bankrolls all in my pocket, she like me because my currency

[Verse 5: Sosa Corleone]
Now it ain't really cheatin' if my bitch touch on other bitches
When we slide, tints all on the window, they can't see who in it
Hit your block and get to blickin', still alive 'til DJ spinnin'
That mean hit your block again and kill whoever after them

[Verse 6: JR007]
So come at sundown, shooters stakin' out your house in all black
They been sayin' put the guns down but it's niggas at my cap
I got a bad bitch, I been ballin' like I'm Paul Millsap
Oh that's your bitch, I thought you knew, don't really want her, have her back

[Verse 7: Sosa Corleone]
Bitch I'm Sosa two times, I need everything in twos
They done let us in the game, we beat that bitch until it's bruised
And for Trencho I bust real shit, we know how you pussies move
I got sixteen in my Glock, think lil bro got a sixty-two
So you get sixteen shots, if that's your homie he get sixty-two
No Busta Rhymes, I bust a rhyme, my book of rhymes like Dr. Seuss
Niggas switchin' or they switchin', either way that shit still foo
In the penthouse gettin' my dick sucked while my dubs pull up the room

[Verse 8: JR007]
So if you broke then hit a lick and get your bands up
Baby I just want the neck so go and pull your pants up
You know the deal, skip the conversation, I'm no romancer
She gettin' hood money but I don't see a freaky dancer
We'll pull up to the scene, no need for a beam, you know it's a man down
Shawty a double-oh fiend in my Robin jeans, she get high when my pants down
Put a red dot on his nose 'cause he thought it was sweet, turned his ass to a damn clown
If I go roll up this weed then please best believe I be high as a damn cloud