Home (Intro)

[Verse 1]

Niggas been begging me for this album
I swear my drive was never the same since the death of Malcom
Fought my emotions, writting this album
Seeing children playin’ at the park is what helped me cope for this album
I’m healthy now
If I wasn’t, y’all wouldn’t hear me now
I love the game but not enough to let it tear me down
You know the drill, playa haters
Act like they run the town
Then catch a case, get 6’9d up
Now who the sucker now, hah!
I seen it all, been through it all, fo’real
The only thing that matters are people who kept it trill
It’s flabbergasting how rappers cappin’ on all these records, man
Some o’ them, should be actin’ the way they claimin’ that action
Wass crackin?
Dudes like to brag about they money flips
A true player would never trick on modern chicks
I got rich thoughts and poor habits;
Addicted to the money
I’m no different from the addicts
You know

Sorry for the wait

[Verse 2]

Hey yo
Momma kicked me out I had 3gz in the bank
Now by the grace of God I got ??? gz in the bank
I’m fully loaded fam, now i’m movin like Franklin Saint
Homie the back streets black and it’s clear to see who’s in sync
Fo’real
A lot y’all rappers movin’ like slaves
Flexing record deals on the ‘net but never gets paid
Talk with all the baddies, but never really gets laid
Granted, y’all sell a bunch of records but still ain’t got none to say
Look here, let’s switch places y’all
Who raps better?
Pick a beat, pick a flow
Who slay the beat way harder
Fuck tracks, pick a book
Let’s see who’s way way smarter
I bet we’d see all o’ y’all flaws if it wasn’t for numbers
Uh?
I been top 5 for 10 years straight
Niggas been trash for years
It’s timeto push y’all away
Y’all talkin’ tough in all them songs but y’all cap all day
I’m still the independant artist, who got something say
Nigga i’m home

[Outro]

That’s right
The real is back