When I'm Home
Just another muthafuckin' day up in the Chi
Flying down Lake Shore Drive
Bout 7:05 AM so I can see the sunrise
Got a couple on my line
And some Henny in blue cup, faded in the eyes
Got a jay rolled up in the pocket on the side
The compartment in the dash man that's where the gun hides
Well until I hit the city riding through where sons die
Then from the dash to my lap dawg that's where the gun lies
So I had down to East Illinois for some breakfast
Posted in Kanela, egg platter, watching Nextflix
Same time online shopping online for my next kicks
Bout eight thirty, I'm ghost, pay the check, dip
Slide to the south side, wish a nigga would hood
On the way stop where shorty stay lay the good wood
Ghost by eleven then I'm crossing 77
Stop at 79 link with Gray, smoke some good good
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
So I leave South side for the burbs where my folks stay
Bout lunchtime and ain't nothing like a home plate
And even though a nigga ain't been home lately
Man this home is still the home I left when I was eighteen
So I fall through pops on the grill, moms in the kitchen
Smell of chicken wings, lemon pepper
Now I'm on a mission
Turn to SportsCenter, Stephen A.
Why he always trippin
Why he gotta fuss, gotta yell
Why he always bitchin
Anyway throw some Marvin on let it play
Looking for some liquor I'm over my Henny fade
Then I get a text from Ceaz party over East
He said 10 it's 5 now so I can get some sleep
Wake up about 8 and I'm tryna stay calm
Too ready to party and ready to get my play on
Getting dressed to "Change Clothes", one of my favorite Jay songs
Black tee, H&M pants, with some jays on
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
Fall through the party bout eleven on my nigga time
All the chicks is fine
Tryna make one of these bitches mine
Wait, half of y'all I went to high school with
This ain't the same nigga used to slang that high school dick
I'm all grown up, she like sho nuff, plus I heard you rap
And glowed up, getting money now, yeah that word is fact
But you can't have none, you can only have some
If this thing in my pants, only call me at 1 AM
No offense but baby girl you got sons
Two kids, three jobs, me I'm just tryna have fun
And I ain't tryna be locked down
You once was popular but you popped now
In a sense tho
You still cute, still funny, but lack the mental
Stuck up in the place where you grew up baby you're simple
Ask me why I never came back I switched the tempo
Move out to broaden my credentials
But still come home
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
Said come and go with me
Baby come on over to my place
I said come on and go with me
Girl come here sit on my face
Flying down Lake Shore Drive
Bout 7:05 AM so I can see the sunrise
Got a couple on my line
And some Henny in blue cup, faded in the eyes
Got a jay rolled up in the pocket on the side
The compartment in the dash man that's where the gun hides
Well until I hit the city riding through where sons die
Then from the dash to my lap dawg that's where the gun lies
So I had down to East Illinois for some breakfast
Posted in Kanela, egg platter, watching Nextflix
Same time online shopping online for my next kicks
Bout eight thirty, I'm ghost, pay the check, dip
Slide to the south side, wish a nigga would hood
On the way stop where shorty stay lay the good wood
Ghost by eleven then I'm crossing 77
Stop at 79 link with Gray, smoke some good good
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
So I leave South side for the burbs where my folks stay
Bout lunchtime and ain't nothing like a home plate
And even though a nigga ain't been home lately
Man this home is still the home I left when I was eighteen
So I fall through pops on the grill, moms in the kitchen
Smell of chicken wings, lemon pepper
Now I'm on a mission
Turn to SportsCenter, Stephen A.
Why he always trippin
Why he gotta fuss, gotta yell
Why he always bitchin
Anyway throw some Marvin on let it play
Looking for some liquor I'm over my Henny fade
Then I get a text from Ceaz party over East
He said 10 it's 5 now so I can get some sleep
Wake up about 8 and I'm tryna stay calm
Too ready to party and ready to get my play on
Getting dressed to "Change Clothes", one of my favorite Jay songs
Black tee, H&M pants, with some jays on
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
Fall through the party bout eleven on my nigga time
All the chicks is fine
Tryna make one of these bitches mine
Wait, half of y'all I went to high school with
This ain't the same nigga used to slang that high school dick
I'm all grown up, she like sho nuff, plus I heard you rap
And glowed up, getting money now, yeah that word is fact
But you can't have none, you can only have some
If this thing in my pants, only call me at 1 AM
No offense but baby girl you got sons
Two kids, three jobs, me I'm just tryna have fun
And I ain't tryna be locked down
You once was popular but you popped now
In a sense tho
You still cute, still funny, but lack the mental
Stuck up in the place where you grew up baby you're simple
Ask me why I never came back I switched the tempo
Move out to broaden my credentials
But still come home
Come to my muthafuckin place
Won't you come to my muthafuckin' place
Chicago my muthafuckin' home
Where niggaz ride with they muthafuckin' chrome
Said come and go with me
Baby come on over to my place
I said come on and go with me
Girl come here sit on my face
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Writer(s): Kendall Evin Taylor
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