Money Home (feat. JoDolo)
See I'm leaving from the bar see females leaning on my car
Nah trick I'm riding with the homies down the boulevard
"You're such a piece of shit" Nah I'm a piece of art
No peace or war simply I'm just a piece of God
Not cocky, but I been cold like hockey
I just need a glass of liquor ASAP on the rocky
Taste that now I'm sloppy "Can't drive" can you copy?
I'm high so I fly to the next broad who says hop me
The booty call's tremendous, mami calls me papi
In life she's pretentious but in bed she just jocks me
Ma stop pretending when I'm here with my posse
Bring your girls around cuz your friend she's so foxy
See I travel round the roads after couple rounds and dose
Light those, brown paper glows healing head and soul
Yes I've been broke feeling cold as the wind blows
Try to hang with gringos to see where the green goes
The green leaf kill the system that grows
Inside of my body and soul
I'm just a young cat trying to get it on his own
I promise mommy I will bring all the money home
Grown man rap shit I don't fuck with you cats
Fuck face niggas want to hear that Nolia clap
Dummy boys want to hang with the toy on their lap
Til they catch 25 rats fold on their trap
Young pups gunning, chaos rumbling
The juvenile's going crazy the block's hot bubbling
Cops been trapping youth by the dozen
Duck hunting on the news they all my cousins...
I used to be, loving hip hop
Til they brought all these clowns acting love and Hip Hop
I rather build my own bridge this a quick stop
So you a big shot? I smoke you out this loaded Ziploc
Yeah your beats be bumping, but the bass blaring bombards
The brainless bragging the boombox's airing
Soon as you stair in when you tune in and be comparing
(What?)No one is sharing in a world full of errants
I Been in this Hip Hop shit for longer than my dreads
Boy I love the feeling I get when they bobbling their head
It's that genuine music that's running throught my veins
With a drop of THC that keeps me entertained
It's survival of the fittest and im fit to survive
My whole life I been waiting now im taking what's mine
Long run me and my niggas believe in the process
It's a marathon I consider Nipsey a prophet
All these niggas switching lanes they must be out of alignment
Boy we ready for a war bring your reinforcement
Keep a middle finger up to the law enforcement
Selfmade from our own wallet no endorsements
I'm feeling like we 'bout to make it
All the stars aligned
Coming straight from the basement
Now It's time to shine
We the next up gotta face it
If a nigga in my way I leave him on the pavement
Nah trick I'm riding with the homies down the boulevard
"You're such a piece of shit" Nah I'm a piece of art
No peace or war simply I'm just a piece of God
Not cocky, but I been cold like hockey
I just need a glass of liquor ASAP on the rocky
Taste that now I'm sloppy "Can't drive" can you copy?
I'm high so I fly to the next broad who says hop me
The booty call's tremendous, mami calls me papi
In life she's pretentious but in bed she just jocks me
Ma stop pretending when I'm here with my posse
Bring your girls around cuz your friend she's so foxy
See I travel round the roads after couple rounds and dose
Light those, brown paper glows healing head and soul
Yes I've been broke feeling cold as the wind blows
Try to hang with gringos to see where the green goes
The green leaf kill the system that grows
Inside of my body and soul
I'm just a young cat trying to get it on his own
I promise mommy I will bring all the money home
Grown man rap shit I don't fuck with you cats
Fuck face niggas want to hear that Nolia clap
Dummy boys want to hang with the toy on their lap
Til they catch 25 rats fold on their trap
Young pups gunning, chaos rumbling
The juvenile's going crazy the block's hot bubbling
Cops been trapping youth by the dozen
Duck hunting on the news they all my cousins...
I used to be, loving hip hop
Til they brought all these clowns acting love and Hip Hop
I rather build my own bridge this a quick stop
So you a big shot? I smoke you out this loaded Ziploc
Yeah your beats be bumping, but the bass blaring bombards
The brainless bragging the boombox's airing
Soon as you stair in when you tune in and be comparing
(What?)No one is sharing in a world full of errants
I Been in this Hip Hop shit for longer than my dreads
Boy I love the feeling I get when they bobbling their head
It's that genuine music that's running throught my veins
With a drop of THC that keeps me entertained
It's survival of the fittest and im fit to survive
My whole life I been waiting now im taking what's mine
Long run me and my niggas believe in the process
It's a marathon I consider Nipsey a prophet
All these niggas switching lanes they must be out of alignment
Boy we ready for a war bring your reinforcement
Keep a middle finger up to the law enforcement
Selfmade from our own wallet no endorsements
I'm feeling like we 'bout to make it
All the stars aligned
Coming straight from the basement
Now It's time to shine
We the next up gotta face it
If a nigga in my way I leave him on the pavement
Credits
Writer(s): Ralph Ovalle
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