Never Coming Home

[intro]
Free the solid
Shout out project 818

[Chorus] x2
This is for drillers who ain’t never coming home
This for my women who are doing it alone
This is for the ones who ain’t gon’ ever see the streets
I hope you get your mind right and finally find your peace

[Verse 1]
Now focus on your mind and focus on your grind
Consistency, cause damn it’s just a matter of that time
I never waste no time, I just get right to the business
Crush your favorite MC if I put em on my hit list
It’s Kiing muthafucka, just a kid from the valley
No Intro is needed, you already know what’s happening
This more than rapping, this ain’t no acting
I’m with the goonies and the dope boys strapping
Free all the drillеrs, free all my hittas
I’m thankful today I ain’t locked with them killas
One timе for their mothers who lost a son to the system
Where she just cry all day cause she miss him
This game is a cold one, I pour a cold one
For my hittas who kept it solid boy and never told nothin’
And never told nothin’
For my hitta dawg he never ever told on me

[Chorus] x2
This is for drillers who ain’t never coming home
This for my women who are doing it alone
This is for the ones who ain’t gon’ ever see the streets
I hope you get your mind right and finally find your peace

[Verse 2: Doeboi909]
I been on that block pushing, town thirsty (on the gang)
Waking up in them projects momma hurting (that’s facts)
Yeah I struggle everyday trying to get loot (that’s facts)
And they wonder why I’m snapping and I gotta shoot (lil bitch)
Salute to all my killas they ain’t never make it home
I know that shit get hard when you all alone
Locked down in that cell trying to get a phone
And your bitch don’t answer, so you’re on your own
I been there homie but I ain’t looking back
I used to hit the yellow smoke and primos getting cracked
Lil thulie in the front, Gordo in the back
My boy lost his life, homie didn’t make it back
The shit hurt you don’t know how the pain feeling
Then I’m dealing with these suckas that can’t keep a will
Foos talk like bitches, keep your lips sealed
You can’t walk in my shoes, you don’t know the deal
You ain’t walk hungry, had to go steal a meal
I’m still on the block living it up in the field

Rest in peace to all the fallen soldiers
All the muthafuckas that didn’t make it home
All the muthafuckas that got snitched on by fake ass pussy bitches
Homie straight up
Free my boy Gordo
Rest In Peace homie to all my muthafuckin’ killas

[Chorus] x2
This is for drillers who ain’t never coming home
This for my women who are doing it alone
This is for the ones who ain’t gon’ ever see the streets
I hope you get your mind right and finally find your peace