On My Way Home

Raá I’m on my way home But I ain’t make it there yet I’m outchea in these streets I’m chasing a check Raá Born in the slums But we call it the south Where niggas talk sweet We pull them cavities out I know some niggas moving more Then them postal routes And if you playing in the field You get stretched out Cause them rats them rodents And them vultures out When you trying to build a home Gotta fence the house And if your team taking L’s Then there’s usually a mouse You gotta leave a Trail of crumbs You know what I’m yapping about When you balling in this game Boy there’s no timeouts And if the block on fire We take the alternate route And if he short with that money Won’t his hand or a spouse It’s rules and regulations We can iron this out When them Feds in town They hollering R.I.C.O.’s now Your ass better chill Seat somewhere pipe down Close up shop man Shit shut down shit shut down Raá I’m on my way home But I ain’t make it there yet I’m outchea in these streets I’m chasing a check I’m on my way home but I ain’t make it there yet Bae calling on the phone I told her keep it wet I’m on my way home but I ain’t make it there yet I’m outchea in these street trying get out the jets I’m on my way home but I ain’t make it there yet Bae calling on the phone I told her keep it wet A.Lee (On my way home I ain’t made it there yet) Raá I know soldiers ain’t make it home So I watch how I step And I’m reading the defensive Like a play for the Jets And everybody ain’t on your team Cause they thru up ya set When ya dawg cross you That shit be hard to forget But I play my cards right This the hand I was dealt And you never ask a man What you can do for yourself And greed bring the money But it dont bring the wealth Can’t trusted a nigga Gotta do it yourself What goes around comes around So I love you to death I’m taking chances out here Like it ain’t nothing left What the f*ck you know About ppp loan check I know some niggas made Millions right out the jets So we gone take these chances Cause that all we get We gotta roll the dice But we don’t roll a six We get one life And that’s all we get That’s all we get Raá I’m on my way home But I ain’t make it there yet I’m outchea in these streets I’m chasing a check I’m on my way home but I ain’t make it there yet Bae calling on the phone I told her keep it wet I’m on my way home but I ain’t make it there yet I’m outchea in these street trying get out the jets I’m on my way home but I ain’t Make it there yet Bae calling on the phone I told her keep it wet A.Lee (On my way home I ain’t made it there yet)