Make It Home Lyrics

Shit ain't been the same since they put my brother in the earth

Swear to God it really hurt, man why they put him all in the dirt

Now his face is all on my shirt, plus his name in every song

Member put him up in that hearse, now a nigga feelings gone

I'm clutching, tuckin' chromes, Pe$o gotta make it home

Niggas ain't gon do me wrong, Kool-aid in my double cup

I'm turning up and doing songs, I ain't leaning off the liq

Know yo lil bitch she a freak, I got her cleaning off the dick

Last bitch she broke my heart, so now I'm focused getting rich

1300 that's the clique, ain't gon never ever switch

I sense danger, Ima blick, I'll flash out wit da .40 like a nigga takin' pics

As a youngin' ate the kix, on Cabarrus eating kix

Pablo, pedro hittin' licks, niggas always in the mix

1's and 3's all in the pics, lil Dee my heart I love my sis

Lito six, he got the stick, don't even trip, he flip the whip

But fuck the drill, I want a mill

Shit ain't been the same since they put my brother in the earth

Swear to God it really hurt, man why they put him all in the dirt

Now his face is all on my shirt, plus his name in every song

Member put him up in that hearse, now a nigga feelings gone

I'm clutching, tuckin' chromes, Pe$o gotta make it home

Niggas ain't gon do me wrong, Kool-aid in my double cup

I'm turning up and doing songs, I ain't leaning off the liq

Know yo lil bitch she a freak, I got her cleaning off the dick

I ain't into poppin' pills, plus I'm allergic to a lack

I get to itchin' at the ribs

Shout out Racks, he on attack, he wild and savage that's a fact

Mayhem slide through wit a mac, won't let 'em crash, ain't neva dat

Brodie locked I want him back, cuz he got caught up wit the strap

I pray to God, he answer back, know me and Blo always attached

I got his son and that's a fact, and when I make it, give him racks

Cuz we came up from the bottom, ain't have nada, used to pull up in impala's

Niggas hate us, cuz they not us, but don't really want the problems

Know some shottas, and some robbas, they'll come through wit the violence

Glizzy silenced, and'll light the whole block up like Osama

Smokin' Bama, that's them runtz, I ain't pressed about no junts

Cuz they gon eat me like some lunch, in the mornin' call it brunch

I bend her over then I hunch, I nut and roll the biggest blunt

I box the pussy captain crunch

One day Ima run it up, cuz them niggas used to doubt

On they face gon see the pout, and they gon ask a nigga how

Shit ain't been the same since they put my brother in the earth

Swear to God it really hurt, man why they put him all in the dirt

Now his face is all on my shirt, plus his name in every song

Member put him up in that hearse, now a nigga feelings gone

I'm clutching, tuckin' chromes, Pe$o gotta make it home

Niggas ain't gon do me wrong, Kool-aid in my double cup

I'm turning up and doing songs, ain't leaning off the liq

Know yo lil bitch she a freak, I got her cleaning off the dick