I'm Home Lyrics

I'm home niggas, This time it's for good, And it's time, This time I'ma do it for the hood

I'm home niggas, This time it's for good, And it's time, This time I'ma do it for the hood

Huckery puckery, They can't fuck with me

That's why when I go to the booth, They can't come with me

The reason when I go to the store, The're not not company

My bills too big, The'res is too small, It's not fun to me

How do you live life like that, Without luxury

Since you wanna come with me, Here, Hold to my luggage b

Hey clerk yea, Them D&G's 2 pairs

Something luxurious, Test drive

It's time let's ride

Let's ride, Out on them niggas

Hit another left turn, Let's bounce on them niggas

While they breaking nickles, Burn a whole ounce on them niggas

I don't care who house, I burn it down you niggas

Aah, I'm hungry, Fuck a deal I'm selling flamingo's

Every Domingo meet where Tito and them be lunching

If a nickle get sold in the park, You know I'm grubbing

If a nigga get slumped in the dark, I ain't do nothing

Yea, On the low, Between me and you

He had the thing on 'em, I had the thing too

We ain't going to details, You know what them things do

He could've shot first, His ass should've shot first

He could've been living, My ass would've got mirked

But who gone tell you the story of who should've shot duh

I'm Hard White Life, Mr. Put it on her, Then I put it on her, Then I put it on her

Goner, Bang a bitch on to the next one

I'm on 'em, Flame the strip, Cop the car when the checks come

A sona, Cremate it when I'm on, Turn the heads up

It's karma, Play the strip til my sons father's a dead one

Go harder, Stay on the strip til it get boring and the bread come

For the Incarcerated, I got you just ya head up

Call 'em, We not stopping, Mother fuck when the Fed's jump

Til the top of the morning, Shot Squad to the Bushwick parks and benches.

I'm in 370, I'm in 811, I'm in 390, When I'm not in C 73

I'm in 849, I'm in 24 ha, I'm in 869, When I'm not in C 73

I'm in 131, I'm in 140 Moore, I'm in 130, When I'm not in C 74

And since I'm from Bushwick, And that's in Brooklyn

When I'm kicked out the Beacon, I'm in O.B.C.C

Yea, I just wanted to shout out all the apartments

I'm home now, Hard White is at his hardest

I'm home now, This time it's for good

I'm home and it's time, This time it's for that hood

So I'ma go in and I ain't coming back out

Next time I go in I'm not coming back out

Let me finish what I started, I'm just starting to finish

I'ma kill the game, Hello, It's been a minute