[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye
It's so important
Ya digg?
Aye, aye
[Verse 1]
Aye
I think I need me some closure
Tryna' keep high, I keep focus
When I'm up high
Know these niggas gon' stick, like a poster
[?] can't expose, [?]
Tryna keep faith in this shit
Ain't tryna' put faith in a bitch (K-K-K-KapeThaGoat)
Ain't tryna' put faith in that lick
It's all the same, same shit
Listen close, I'mma paint you a pic'
Niggas know I be takin' a risk
If you don't pay yo shit, he abductin'
[?] with all that conjunction
I was high, and I still couldn't function
I was slippin' and niggas ain't bussin'
I don't think that he know what come wit' it
I ain't datin' that bitch he was fuckin'
But I ain't the one that she lovin'
Nigga, [?]
Put my life in this shit, cause I'm in it
Put my life in this shit, so I'm wit' it
I'm talkin' this Mafia Business
I'm talking, keep minding yo' business (aye)
I'm movin' the pack for the chicken' (okay)
And my plate in the back of the kitchen (okay)
And I know niggas rats, and they snitchin'
And I'm still wearin' Bape in the winter
Make sure you pay for the women
Dick what she ate for the dinner
The bitch is okay, she a winner
You miss her? Okay, come and get her
How do you keep it so cool?
How you be keepin' yo balance?
Walk in the Gucci store, what do I see?
Some piece, I found it
Please don't believe in me, I'm high as fuck
Can't keep my balance
Please don't you lean on me, I'm not the one
It feel like malice
You know what it mean to me
I go re-up, you still allow it
That's what they talkin' bout - my cadence
See I think I found it
I do not fuck with Xans, it's Flu season
That's why I'm drowsy
Know that she fuck with me
If I pass out, know she gon' [?] me
[Chorus]:
Aye, I was dead, woke up out that coma
Police smell my 'roma
I'm from Southern California
All around the world, for some muthafuckin' yola
Glock, fuck a holster
Think lil' baby need a stroller
Aye, I was dead, woke up out that coma
Police smell my 'roma
I'm from Southern California
All around the world, for some muthafuckin' yola
Glock, fuck a holster
Think lil' baby need a stroller
[Outro]
So...
You're a Boy From the Hood...
Would you play with my, my little Boy From the Hood?
Home From the Hood [Intro] was written by Mikey PX.
Home From the Hood [Intro] was produced by KapeThaGoat.