Make It Home

I swear to God, these young niggas trippin They got all this money, man, all this dope, all these hoes, man Still forget the main rule It really ain't no point in all this shit, man If you don't make it home You gotta make it home, gang Aye You can't play with a nigga like me, cause I'm valid I did everything from the trap to the streets Nigga want beef, Imma hop out and body Ain't using his head, make a opp use his feet Think he a demon, these 762 Make him vegan and change up the way that he eat Diamonds, they freezing I f*ck round and change up the season You touch him, we'll leave you deceased I done seen murder, you seen murder scenes I done done shit while yo ass heard of thing's Choppa so loud when I first heard it sing Swing back the door, I can still hear the scream AR so big, that bitch came with a sling Shootout broad day I was only 15 Crazy ass life it ain't good ass it seem It was so many nights, I kept having that dream Swear to God, I can feel that I made it I just made me a ten on vacation You got killings then you gotta face it Cause I only see red like a racist My dog behind bars like some braces Know my name on a whole lotta cases Did a sweep, so we changed the location And his killer in jail, and I hate it What I'm finna do We got choppas and ninas with rugers, too I went body for body at 22 He a savage, but died, nigga, anywho I send bread to my killers, so free the crew You can't come to my block, nigga, who is you Say you steppin f*ck nigga we do it too Slept outside like a dog, I ain't need a roof Bend that corner last squares, he ain't see the coupe He ain't see the coupe Nigga, what you on I'm on top of this beef like I'm Provolone Can't be thinkin' shit sweet, I come at your home Get to blowing shit down like a saxophone I be thinking I'm right even when I'm wrong She lost both of her babies, that lady strong That raw beef got em kilt, never make a song Only rule in this streets is to make it home