First Day Home lyrics

Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good n*gga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Verse 1:
Open day
Now you released
Peace
Back on the streets
You don't want no peace
Need a job or sumthin'
B-4 you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin to be made
Like you in the mob or sumthin'
Extracurricular
Activities swift
You can't
Hit the streets cuz these n*ggas'll snitch
Your P.O. a foul n*gga
And he on ya ass
He wanna violate you
You ain't got no cash
You gotta see him every Tuesday
Before twelve
But f*ck that you come late and he send you back
Peep this
One day you made up some sh*t
You told him
You was late cuz ya moms is sick
He said OK next time I send you away
You better p*ss in this cup
Get to urinate
You thought he a homo
So baliff analyze
He just turn around
And just p*ssed out your St. Ides
Then you mapped it, always got a chick attractive
Yo P.O., yo when I'm gonna be inactive
While I'm on weekly
Switch that up
I get a job soon
And you could stitch that up
I'm gon be a rapper
A-yo be real famous
Always on TV
Never sayin' lame sh*t
Give me some slack
A-yo plus the fact
A-yo I gotta job n*gga
Yo I'm gon rap
Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good n*gga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:
What up boo
Yeah what you mean why I ain't callin you collect
I'm home
Messing with me tonight?
What you mean Trump International
Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'
I ain't got no paper

Verse 2:
If you, want honey better have money
If you, want some ass better get some cash
Its like, when I came home life went too fast
When I, left the streets yo, I was the man
Now I'm comin back home, new face new fam
I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair
On my face, b*tches diss me, on the regular
So what, I ain't got a haircut
No new sneakers, I got old ass Timbs
Goin' back to the hood
Playin ball on the same rims
Tellin' n*ggas I rhyme, let me shine
At block parties, yo at Lefrak Day
Ayo I'm real serious but sell drugs all day
Im gon get on, first track that I spit on
I'm gon lace it, smell me yo, and plus taste it
I get my sh*t upgraded, yours basic
Now that its on, my girl rock Louie Vuitton
Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada
Now that its on, it's like my chick gotta a lotta
Everything she's supposed to
She the only one that I'm close to
Other people is snakes
I got so much beef for these n*ggas and Jakes
Its like some of them real, but most of em fakes
Hook (2x):
I just came home
I ain't got no loot
I ain't trying to sell drugs
I ain't trying to shoot
I'm trying to be a good n*gga even wearing a suit
But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:
Yo yo yo yo yo, this is a story man
Bout a n*gga comin' home man
He ain't tryin to hustle man nahimean
But a n*gga was forced 2 do that nahimean
A n*gga still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his crack
But then he startin' sellin rap
And he's still doin that
Ya RAT bast*rdZ