Come Home lyrics

[Intro]
(SarKay)
Yeah, look, look

[Verse]
I'm raw with the paper count, know how to stack this sh*t
n*gga, that's your ho, you the one claimin' her, you see me with her, her back be bent
I don't do Xans, remember the sh*t that I need, tryin' not to relapse and sh*t
I was in Cali, ain't nobody know, I wasn't out with the bros, I was f*ckin' my actor b*tch
Feelin' like Sosa in '12, I'm drowsy as hell, tell 'em provide Actavis
We slide up like a snail, put sh*t on like nails, rap n*gga, but'll clap your sh*t
I hate a thot ho gettin' too loose out her lips, I be ready to smack a b*tch
Shoot first, ask sh*t later, his eyes rolled back, it's complete, we wrappin' sh*t
Okay, slight fifty, that's on a bad day, trench sh*t, I grew up the bad way
I used to be outside hangin' in gangways, really didn't care what my dad say
He was locked up really, so we had to talk through a phone, sh*t resulted in a bad case
Livin' life on the edge and I ain't wanna beg, had to hustle to make it the fast way
Okay, standin' outside on the block, full Glock FMJ, f*ck a cash day
They kids look up to me, guess I'm an idol, don't drop out of school, take the math way
I committed myself, deleted my feelings too young, so ended the bad way
Lighters flickin', the pastor just want us repentin', but we still sinnin' like every day
R.I.P. to the dead, it's a church day, funeral, nightmare, birthdays
Green in my pocket three-sixty-five, Earth day, shake this b*tch up, start earthquakes
We runnin' this ho like a game on the floor, I bet he won't step out on the turf way
I don't listen to many, it's all in my head and myself, but I'm clear on what Durk say
He a dead b*tch talkin', a dead b*tch walkin', I bet he end up with a hearse play
Hearse day, feel tight, clappin' sh*t up the worst way, now he lay at where the hearse stay
Tryna let a b*tch breathe and don't stay on her back, she gon' take that lil' room, it's twerk space
I ain't regrettin' sh*t, maybe they done forget how I get in this cut with a smirk face
Real street n*gga, built up the rank, everybody know Go in the city
I got money and say-so, do what I say, so I tell 'em reap out the city
Gassin' him up, dissed us, n*gga died next day, how he went out, a beautiful killin'
I had dude and them number, you wanna be real, I did not want the internet in it
Crazy, I beef with internet b*tches
Yellin' on live, folks internet snitchin'
Broad day, jumpin' out cars, strap clickin'
Killin' opp hoes if they play 'cause they with it
Strike mode, BLW missin'
First n*gga dropped, "How you know?" I was with him
I can't say a lot 'bout what happen to witnesses
That's dumb as f*ck, might as well plea at a district
Too many opps, they're created players, switched blocks, I do not wanna kick it, I'm chillin'
Stay have to watch every n*gga that come around hot, if you reach for my diamonds, trilly
Still in the box, but I'm out with my ankle on lock, I guess they ain't that dumb, they feel it
Kill every opp, if your homie a rat, get him dropped, 88 don't indulge in snitchin'