Coming Home

[Intro]
Mayday, mayday, mayday! N9815L, I'm in trouble! Mayday, mayday, mayday!

[Verse 1: BenjiBlueBills]
If I take my time with this, it could work out
'Til we reach the sunlight
(I have no idea where I'm going, I'm going to crash! Mayday, mayday, mayday!)
Calling my phone but I ain't ever comin' home, might die in a gunfight
Out here in these streets the way this shit be going, need more than one life
And the way these bitches goin', I got more than one type
I'm still thinkin' 'bout K-Low, I'll see him in the next life
I'm still thinkin' 'bout Capo, I'll see him in the next life
It ain't nothin' these niggas can do that's gon' make that shit right
These niggas be charging their homies to the game
Make that shit right
You charge your homie to the game for the fame, that shit don't sit right
That shit don't sit right
You say my name, I send a BH, you know you gon' get zipped, right?
Pay a henchman, that's a PH, he gon' flip the clip like "Prttt"

[Bridge: BenjiBlueBills]
And that's it, that's the last—
That's all you'll really hear, for real
Here you go: "Prttt"

[Verse 2: BenjiBlueBills]
Hop out the box and that bit' it go "Prttt"
AP on JPG, bitch it go "Brttt"
Hermes and Louis V, bitch it go "Frttt"
Vivi on, Vivi on, Vivi on double B, bitch it go "Frttt"
Double C, double C, double C on my pillow it got Cs on it
If I say I love you, you can lean on me
What I'm really sayin', trust me put the whole thing on me
Imma bust a nigga if he swing on me
Big Blue, yeah you mean homie
I got two blicks finna sting homie
'Cause I love you to death
Nigga, you had me fucked up when you left
Thought that we was boys, now it's time to step
Felt a lil way for you inside, there's nothin' left
That's on 5L

[Verse 3: LUCKI]
Yeah
Ain't nothin' to tell
I gave too much time into all that shit, at the end we failed
Fool'nem still be lyin' about that shit but bro not here
Old house still like a kosher shop when you just left Beverly Hills
I got the white fans out there posting Glocks, but the black ones know what's there
I got a best friend hoe, I wanna post her
Fuck, let somebody get in my air
And that shit don't sit right
I told my favorite that that shit was lame, bitch, you hope I forget, right?
I pop a Xan for Kat, red for Papin', know Boogie might not like it
And that shit don't sit right
And my momma call my phone at midnight, my son used to call me a vampire
I been up, but I ain't seen daylight
In the GLE, three days geeked
Twin wake me up at the red light
Know Boogie still with me all through the dark
And I still can't sleep 'cause I'm on shit
I'm a street nigga 'cause I got a big heart
Everything kinda feel like an accident
Put the camera on you and it's your part
Yeah, on top of that, she still nag me
Said, "Take the first flight back to New York"
I just cut her off 'cause she got a big heart

[Outro: Lucki]
And that shit don't sit right
She upped the score because we play for keeps, she wanna be right
And to her that sit right
That shit don't sit right