[Prelude: Kay Writes]
No more falling
No more stalling
Hear you calling
Hear you coming
[Hook: Quince & Kay Writes]
Home, home, [I got my dawgs and I know who they down for]
I gota hope, hope [cause there's a chance I could make it tomorrow]
Me and my woes, won't [fold, oh no]
I feel at home, home [home, Im home]
[Verse 1: Quince]
Look did all this searching through my bones
I'm digging out that gold, to learn I ain't aloneness
Cause all the days, I thought that I would never amount to something
Is suddenly disappearing, now I’m feeling close to buzzing
Man sometimes, I was confused ain't really know my path
Running through the city, with no light, ignite my pass-ion
For the rapping, put my soul in every fraction, of this music, build me, Im summing up, I’m not subtracting
Unless they acting, asking like they know me bra
Ain't with the phony, only real is how I does
So check my gloss, how I floss, in the dark, Imma spark
Like the blunt with skunk, getting lit up in the park
Getting rid of all the thoughts, that was creeping on my heart
All I need is inner love, all my n*ggas don't give it up
Gota stay about our business, like a dealer flipping rock
You ain't never gon be happy till you know how blessed you are
[Hook: Quince & Kay Writes]
Home, home, [I got my dawgs and I know who they down for]
I gota hope, hope [cause there's a chance I could make it tomorrow]
Me and my woes, won't [fold, oh no]
I feel at home, home [home, Im home]
[Verse 2: Quince]
Now I think Ill go and switch it up
These racks, Gotta have
These packs, of the hash
For my cats, Imma scrap
Like a book, with the raps
Got the hook, and the jabs
Rapidly and classy, I'm the double meaning of the jag
Put my people out the past
Have them never looking back
Put myself up on the map
Just to put all of my doubters and my haters on full blast
I don't need yo negativity, it's blurring up my glass
Went from pennies, to them nickels
Then from quarters to them singles
Now it's 20's, 50's, hunnits, 50k I'm waka flocking
With no dreads, but I'm still wilin
Like I'm driving on a highway
Emptier than stomachs starving
Got you suckers looking childish, no gambino, Donald Glover, my community all over, me, I got them on my shoulders
Needed hope, I founded closure
Everything is looking kosher
I'm exposing, getting closer
This exposure for my culture
I go home to get me over, going...
[Hook: Quince & Kay Writes]
Home, home, [I got my dawgs and I know who they down for]
I gota hope, hope [cause there's a chance I could make it tomorrow]
Me and my woes, won't [fold, oh no]
I feel at home, home [home, Im home]