Homecoming
I grew up a fucking screw up
Was never clued up
Treated a tiny loser but fuck it the boy done grew up
Was never pretty
The need to get the kitty at sixteen inspired the rap
But I was writing before that
And writing in all caps, emotional
Factual lines to help me visualize a better life
A hood kid that went to a good school
A playground target
Took a minute to fit in
To be there, my mother credit billin'
So I fight the feeling
Bite the bullet
Be the best I can be
That's what her vision would be
My daddy taught me to read
A real nigga
Modern day field nigger
Nigga made it of'a nothing
A step kid
That turned to a good king
He taught me be low-key
When dealing with Loki's, aye
The type'a niggas that accidentally kill niggas
Shit, but I ain't listen
Own mission to make it
Matriculate to the J
And it's popping a little too much
Homecoming
The song that I'm writing
The end of fake
Throne coming
I'm glad that I'm home
A second look at my life and all the shit that I missed
I write a list of the gifts
And pray to God that I'm blessed
I never needed a vest, aye
I never needed a vest
Owning your life is all it takes
Yea, yea
Pray that you don't lose
Was never clued up
Treated a tiny loser but fuck it the boy done grew up
Was never pretty
The need to get the kitty at sixteen inspired the rap
But I was writing before that
And writing in all caps, emotional
Factual lines to help me visualize a better life
A hood kid that went to a good school
A playground target
Took a minute to fit in
To be there, my mother credit billin'
So I fight the feeling
Bite the bullet
Be the best I can be
That's what her vision would be
My daddy taught me to read
A real nigga
Modern day field nigger
Nigga made it of'a nothing
A step kid
That turned to a good king
He taught me be low-key
When dealing with Loki's, aye
The type'a niggas that accidentally kill niggas
Shit, but I ain't listen
Own mission to make it
Matriculate to the J
And it's popping a little too much
Homecoming
The song that I'm writing
The end of fake
Throne coming
I'm glad that I'm home
A second look at my life and all the shit that I missed
I write a list of the gifts
And pray to God that I'm blessed
I never needed a vest, aye
I never needed a vest
Owning your life is all it takes
Yea, yea
Pray that you don't lose
Credits
Writer(s): Moose Ld
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