Home Improvement

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Yeah
Got on my muh'fuckin Saint Tears tee
Jordan 4s, you dig?

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
Cold as the Poconos, adding to my portfolio
Moments that weren't meant for me, places that I wasn't 'posed to go
Built me into the man I am, I'm just tryna see 40 though
Take my son out to Tokyo, stayin' close while we growin' old

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Nothing to prove, these emotional wounds
I spill 'em over the groove, Tim Allen holding a tool
This is home improvement, forever I'm a student
Had to play the sample back twice, I went and looped it
You crash out, I crash joints
I'm not doin' bad, homie, sorry to disappoint
Say they prayin' for me but where was the praying when I really needed a miracle
I school 'em like Big Worm, hoe it's the principal
Palaces, straight raw, no cut
Little niggas, you just custies, ain't no nigga gonna touch me
I'm tapped in, nigga trust me, this whole shit on my back
The pressure on, but I ain't sweating, I'm relaxed (I ain't sweating)
I'm living in the present, I got past all the bullshit from my past
If it's on, I'm down to blast
Leave a nigga in a cast', wrap his whole body (the whole body)
Get a little bit of money, they act big cocky (Stupid)
I'm skating on niggas, marine or infantry (Ayy)
And who don't fuck with me and the industry (For real)
Bitch, I been left that shit (I'm gone)
I see you moving out of step, I'ma step back quick
Are you following now? We ain't lacking a thing (Follow me)
You got some green, homie, tell me what's green to a tree
Pack shoveled up enough money for a T (yeah)
Cut percentage to the rest, they gon' run off with cheese (Rat ass niggas)
And I don't wanna see you push daisies
Hope you niggas live long, hate on me in my eighties
This ain't a song, it's a paint, come check out the color grading like Art Basel
I'm drawing 808s that'll make the whole car rattle
I stay in the kitchen goin' dumb hard
When they underestimate me, that's the fun part
I'm walking on 'em even though they had a running start
Lethal shooter, I understand it now, it's all art

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
Cold as the Poconos, adding to my portfolio
Moments that weren't meant for me, places that I wasn't 'posed to go
Build me into the man I am, I'm just tryna see 40 though
Take my son out to Tokyo, stayin' close while we growin' old

[Interlude: The Alchemist, Hit-Boy & both]
Yeah
This is home improvement
It's what I do, yo
This is home improvement

[Verse 2: The Alchemist]
Go to sleep at three, wake up at seven
Like it's a dot on my head and I'm facin' a weapon
Had to learn from my mistakes cause I was hard-headed
I don't listen to advice and I don't take direction
Stress had me under the gun, argue with wifey in front of my son
Eyes wide, losing his innocence numb me up some (It fucked me up)
We were wild, no parental guidance, was coming up young
Used to break a loaf of bread down, we were running up crumbs
Thought we were having motion
Don't see a roof, I step into the ladder broken
Cut off the way, gotta keep the people that matter closest
Vision was blurred, I had to cure the cataracts and focus on family matters
Me and the offspring building a bond
Can't get time back with a magic wand
No stranger to drama, I'm static drawn
Will they still celebrate my stat when my stat is gone?
It's no telling, I'm a work in progress
Broke my back on the hunt for certain objects
No longer concerned with the rankings, I reserve a spot less
I enjoy the finish line but I prefer the process
Demolition, I work with the permits missing
Nothing that you see I earned was given
Cold as the Everglades, fallen notes like a letter page
Cities that I visited, places I would've never stayed
Stars aligned even when mercury was in retrograde

[Interlude: The Alchemist]
Uh, yeah
The mood of life is always under construction
Yeah, home improvement

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
Cold as the Poconos, adding to my portfolio
Moments that weren't meant for me, places that I wasn't 'posed to go
Build me into the man I am, I'm just tryna see 40 though
Take my son out to Tokyo, stayin' close while we growin' old