Make it Home

[Intro]
(Hm-hm, JP)

[Chorus]
I'm seeing colors
Long live my brother
You start hearing thunder
That mean them boys is coming
Gotta keep it on me
Cause niggas, they want see me under
They be creeping on me
I'm tryna make it home through the summer, yeah

[Verse]
And I don't need no drama
We get lots of commas
Pop my shit, don't need no collar
My bitch better than a toddler
She got that work like she Rihanna
I ain't find nobody finer
And she lovin' that designer
She want Fendi, Louis, Prada
Chanel
Brodie yeah he locked behind the jail
Yeah he fighting life
Play with him, he let it rip
He not the fighting type
It be your own blood
That try to stab you with a knife
This shit get dangerous
I be tryna love, but that shit hard
That shit got pain in it
Treat the mic like therapy
I always talk my pain in it
Yeah, I had some squares up in my circle
Start rearranging it
Shoot my shot like Damian
100 mil, I'm claiming it
I can't lose, I'm made to win
Bitches flocking, get to mingling
I ain't do it, but was thinking it
Don't say you love me, then start faking it
Don't need no distractions
I'm locked in, I just keep chasing it

[Chorus]
I'm seeing colors
Long live my brother
You start hearing thunder
That mean them boys is coming
Gotta keep it on me
Cause niggas, they want see me under
They be creeping on me
I'm tryna make it home through the summer, yeah

[Outro]
Through the summer, yeah