HOME SWEET HOME (feat. Zide!)

Yeah, you know, I'm back on the track with Cayden for the next album You knew I was gonna show up anyways Ayy, Home sweet home to the lago I know a couple thousand streams ain't as far as I'll go I know one day I'll be the head honcho Lead bullets poppin out forty through the ponchos OPPs close so you better never keep yo eyes closed Me you one on one better get the iso, ice froze Gotta Cuban lil skinny I don't like those uh Gotta get the bands til my life chose up Runnin round and dancing think I might throw up Make a couple hits n drop em all I think I might blow up Make a couple bands up Inna week think you show up Sayin that I'm ass check the streams think I might go up Hey hey to the LE Loyal to my city I said you could never sell me Check the check balance never dry you could tell me Damn I miss the city been a minute since I felt me Wait okay this the real me Never let a bitch close you don't feel me Never let a bitch hold you down it's concealing Never trust a bitch w ya heart they deceiving Tryna turn it up I'll raise the bar break the ceiling Tryna make it big give em sumn to believe in Love to all my north side bruddas intervening Tryna put the city on the map ain't never leavin Yeah, man, you know, I ain't never leavin' the city, man I fuckin' love my city, man, Lake Elsinore We gon' bring this shit out the mud (I gotta feeling their's gonna be a riot) This was all the protection you needed You win some, you lose some But You live, you live to fight another day Nigga, it feels so good to be goddamn home Cayden Null returning to Lake Elsinore I'm from the West Coast I talk a lotta shit, it's coming from my chest though And a nigga be cooking like Presto She impressed by my tracks, but I'm tryna feel the breast though Not having sex though I'm joking, dawg, I've really grown up Beat make me reminisce Alberhill, the suburb I throw up Buffbitches nerd that's tryna blow up Nigga Click clack, boom, nigga Use them tools, nigga Let that ideas bloom, nigga Pass the Dutch, put some salt on that wound, nigga Shout out JonJon 'cause he make that chiptune And unlike for you, these girls won't pop that balloon For a nigga like me, 'cause I stay so clean and Home may be where hatred is But it can never stop Cayden, man And shout out my nigga JT Catch me by Juan Rotisserie eating some baked beans A, B, B, four point oh activity Niggas know I'm Drake's new ghostwriter—they gotta thank me Gotta wank me, ride me like Akademiks Okay, pause on my affirmations I went to Koga crib, we all chilled and spent the night Jumping over the fire, we spittin' like all the time Making these Misadventures videos We majorly ball, like really though I wanna look back fondly on them high school bus days When I'm in college and I start feeling lonely When we all go on different paths—that shit's scary, right? When me and my family cut our ties—that can't be right I'm scared of the future Hell awaits if you're having fun So I'm tryna do it all before I run the devil's runs ones And this next part is from a different song Aye, bust out the gate like Drake, nigga, no nuts Yeah, my name is Null, CayCay dropping pink cuts Hit 'em with a chop suey flow so you know what Super Saiyan motherfucking lames need to grow up