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[Intro: brandUn DeShay]
BrandUn DeShay, Super 3, let's go

[Verse 1: brandUn DeShay]
This is my life, all that I own
Worked so hard to get to the top just to call this my home
Let it fall on its own
Inside of my hands
And I'm doing this all alone, but a lot of them can't
I don't got a big fam, shit that I have to withstand crazy
But I won't let this shit phase me
I will be damned if I don't exist, I came way too far
Just the thought of leaving it all would be way too hard to bear
Keeping in mind I was made for this
I mean, you rapping this good, you should get paid for this
I'm only making sense, give me a breaking fence
All of this good praise that I'm getting is clouding my vision
Rocking the shows to the house parties, [?] in the kitchen
I mean, is it me or these niggas getting loud with they vision?
Now, I don't know how I could listen, I ain't too big for the rumors
Or maybe it's that I'm too damn big to pay attention to them
What you doin'?

[Chorus: brandUn DeShay]
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home

[Verse 2: brandUn DeShay]
Uh, I do this for the oohs, the ahs, the ooh-la-las
For the hip-hip-hurrahs and the oh-my-Gods
For all of those who knows most of my songs by heart
For all of those who don't know who I are
I is brandUn DeShay from Chi-Town's west, Chi-Town's best
I took a number, Chi-Town's next
Kanye is on deck, but DeShay at the steps
It's about time this fly boy try leaving his nest
I'm so ambitious, I think my wings 'bout to grow wings
With no pen and no paper, they call that going green
If you ain't getting no paper, that ain't called going green
'Cause if your pockets ain't fat, we call that going lean
I'm mean, for when the kids used to heat up my glasses
Niggas laughed at me, bitches treated me nasty
Talking 'bout my car when these niggas sitting in the backseat
Now I'm what they [?], exchanging heat in the backseat, holla, uh

[Chorus]
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home
It won't be long now 'til I'm homebound
One, two, three, then go and I'll be home