Made It Home

[Intro]
Yeah
Nah'm sayin'?
Ayo

[Verse 1]
I sold drugs on house arrest
I had to walk up a mountain of steps, that's how I found success
Held my own and now I'm blessed
I got an African queen in my bed and one around my neck
I put my bitch under a lot of stress
She mad at me still, reality pills got side effects
I don't know what the problem is
I can't do the shit with you that I do with my bottom bitch
Tell them hoes stay out my business
'Cause they still fuck on niggas that ain't worth five figures
Huh, them bitches got two jobs
And they got broke boyfriends that still got side bitches
Y'all niggas need to check job listings
I gotta call my plug five in the morning, we got a time difference
Huh, and we don't say much
We speak in code, he say, "Hello?" And then I hang up

[Verse 2]
Ayo, my plug know I got the clientele to feed us all
You pass me a torch and I'ma light a grill
The feds watch an empire build
But we fall, my lawyer go to court with an iron shield
I touch work with the Midas feel
And I ain't retire or chill, them services is provided still
Told my girl I'ma write a will
So if I die or I'm killed, she ain't stressin' 'bout no minor bills
I got rich and ain't signed a deal
My first mill' came from flippin' bricks and good survival skills
Rob me, get your final thrill
Tryna kill everybody like I'm blindfolded behind the wheel
Wash money, she dry the bills
I'm tryna build equity, she ain't stressin' me 'bout designer heels
I got a chef cookin' diet meals
And the crib so big, we make the kids to fire drills