AINT COMING BACK HOME

[Intro]
(Striker Radio)
Uh, oh-yeah (It’s my birthday, SJ got me workin’)

[Chorus]
I'm ready or not, nigga, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun
Opp niggas killing each other, they losing they men
You know what they say: never turn on your homie
Ain't coming back home, it ain't shit for me there
You look at me wrong, you get popped twice
Scraped my knee in the trench, shooting dice with the men
If you loved me for real, why the fuck you ain't here?

[Verse]
Protecting my peoples, I got 'em forever
I'm fighting my thoughts, bitch, I'm tryna get better
Got my hand on my head, bitch, I'm thinking 'bout life
Freestyling in the streets, you don't care 'bout your life
I'm in love with the Tris—you get killed for a line
Bro know she a hoe; she keep showing them signs
I care 'bout my hood, gimme a car, I'ma do it for Blue
Man, after the hit, man, I'm gone to the stu
Take care of my folks, do this shit for my crew, fuck
When I catch me some Tris, bitch, I'm hitting the Dougie
Fuck all that shit, I got beef with my—
This shit gon' get right when I come back home
I'ma start my new life and switch up my drip
My life fucked up, but this shit getting fixed
You ain't even got a gun, but you deep in the mix
If rap going slow, I'ma start selling bricks
If that watch looking nice, bitch, I'm taking your kit
I'm rapping like shit, bitch, I'm doing my thing
Bro hang out the window, he really got aim
Lil Gil, that's my brother, we Taker and Kane
Just give me the money, I ain't geekin' for fame

[Chorus]
I'm ready or not, nigga, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun
Opp niggas killing each other, they losing they men
You know what they say: never turn on your homie
Ain't coming back home, it ain't shit for me there
You look at me wrong, you get popped twice
Scraped my knee in the trench, shooting dice with the men
If you loved me for real, why the fuck you ain't here?