Make It Home Lyrics

This is for my youngin, won't ever make it home

Posted under street lights standing all alone

Ran to the studio, I had to write this song

By the morning he'll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)

This is for my youngin, won't ever make it home

Posted under street lights standing all alone

Ran to the studio, I had to write this song

By the morning he'll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)

My dog ain't get to make it home

Racist waving flags, my youngins waving chrome

Niggas bangin on these streets you bеtter stay at home

Cuz who you gon call when that papеr gone

We be on the paper route like we Dolph and them

Going codeine crazy but ain't no cough in him

Hoodie on, dead face it ain't no talk in him

That's my dog, my dog ain't got no walk in him

Shit, it's a cold game

Mind so fucked up he forgot his own name

I swear it ain't no coming out you in that zone mane

Lit a fire on that boy just like it's propane, but that's just old pain forreal

This is for my youngin, won't ever make it home

Posted under street lights standing all alone

Ran to the studio, I had to write this song

By the morning he'll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)

This is for my youngin, won't ever make it home

Posted under street lights standing all alone

Ran to the studio, I had to write this song

By the morning he'll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)

Had a dream that you got hit up, new whip lit up

Momma yelling, "Get up", you ain't never get up

If that ever happens, opps is getting slid up

23/1, read my books, do my sit ups

Do heaven got a ghetto? If so it's lit

I doubt God want you lil niggas holding bricks

Until then we be posted up holding grips

We ain't never have no problems to tell us shit

All my youngin do is trap

Spent his Christmas money on a Mac

And I ain't talking bout no app

I'm talking bout some shit to put you on your back (Back)