Long Way From Home Lyrics

Yeah, long way from home

Told that girl don't call my phone

No, no, no don't call my phone

Don't wanna talk to you no more

Call up my brother I know he on go mode

Fucking that bitch, yeah we going in slow mo'

Kickin' shit like I'm Bruce Lee in the dojo

Now I do what I want like Uzi Vert

Leave the opposition in the dirt

Got a polo horsey on the shirt

Yeah shorty keep a pistol up in her purse

Thank you for being there at my worst

Don't know what I would've did without you

Feel so happy when I'm around you

Bitches be mad cause' they not you

Yeah, they wanna take your spot

No, they don't got what you got

Got your nails done and your hair done, yeah your lace-front on spot

And your smile so pretty

Running through 100's and 50's

And I'm putting on for my city

Member' stacking legos with my cousin KJ, now I'm stacking bread

I been trapped inside my mind all these demons in my head

Me and you against the world, don't care bout' what anyone says

I been sipping moscato

Straight out the bottle

With a model in my bed

Yeah, self reflection

I been working on myself

Feel like Johnny Gat the way that I been raising hell

Da'Mia, Demetrius yeah, them my babies

Get the pack and I pass it to bro like I'm Magic Johnson in the 80's

No I do not give a fuck about what you niggas say bout' me, it don't phase me

Pouring the act up, Samuel Jackson

ARP knock off his glasses

I'm in a penthouse in Calabasas

I'm on the top floor

Foe' nem finna catch a hollow to his thoat

Yo soy la cabra, Bitch I'm the goat

Like food delivery, I'm at your door

Never lose, yeah I'ma win again

Grab the glocky and I'm finna spin again

When I die, bury me with a million

Only want the money so it's fuck a friend

Not 500 but I grew up on the end

Terryan and Nevaeh, them my cuddies man

Social Media think he a funny man

Till' we leave em' higher than a ceiling fan

In a world of darkness, I'm a supernova

I'ma be there for my brothers till' the world is over

Heart been broken, now I got a chip on my shoulder

Going hard up in the paint, I finish with a floater

Yeah, long way from home

Told that girl don't call my phone

No, no, no don't call my phone

Don't wanna talk to you no more

Call up my brother I know he on go mode

Fucking that bitch, yeah we going in slow mo'

Kickin' shit like I'm Bruce Lee in the dojo

Now I do what I want like Uzi Vert

Leave the opposition in the dirt

Got a polo horsey on the shirt

Yeah shorty keep a pistol up in her purse

Thank you for being there at my worst

Don't know what I would've did without you

Feel so happy when I'm around you

Bitches be mad cause' they not you