No Place like Home

(Day is that you?)
Damn bro, Turn that up

All the girls, All these shows, All these hours on the road
But still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home

All the girls, All these shows, All these hours on the road
But still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home

Set my footprint in this life, See others tryna fit it
Had to go through this life, To see some others live it
My mind state, Changed in a fine way
Like wine over time, Gives you a proud taste
It's the immaculate, Dolby sound, Close capturin'
I'm masterin', Any rhyme set, That you handin' in
I'm handlin', Any typa static that you managin'
To put out, All these other rappers take the easy route
That's why I never leave the house, Never leave the crib
Brothers out here dyin' on the streets, Tryna make it big
Try to go cop themselves a dollar, Bullets start to hit
Don't let em penetrate, Dez Troy too filthy with the pen
Let it begin, This new typa wave i'm surfin' in
Ev-Ery-Day, Won't stop til' I see the brighter days
Ask me how I'm gonna make it, I just say I got my ways
Make a way for ya boy, Make a way for a change
I be thinkin' in my mind, How I'd feel to be alone
Call my Pops on the phone, Tell that man I'm comin' home
I'm pullin' up, They out to get me, Open up the door
They wanna go and take my paper, Wanna take my soul
But still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home

All the girls, All these shows, All these hours on the road
But still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home

All the girls, All these shows, All these hours on the road
But still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home

The album's done, So it's time for me to hold my breath
A long road comin', Somethin' that I can expect
Long text from my girl she gotta hold it down (Hold It Down)
This typa opportunity don't really come around
I'm not in it for the crown, just wanna make my paper
Ya'll wanna claim smoke, But you just a vapor
It's showtime, Makin' magic like I was a Laker
Hand me my money when it's mine and not a minute later
Long drives, Pit stops, Rapped on many blocks
Quick schemes, Big dreams, Just to make my knots
Been away from the fam just to find it out
When I cop me a bag, We set without a doubt
Steady grindin', Never ever take the easy route
When in doubt, Slap this cold life right up in it's mouth
Gettin' out my momma pad, Gotta make it on my own
All the memories of struggle, All the pain in my dome
Cause this world is so heavy, If you didn't, Now you know
Weak minded people strapped up, Polishin' chrome
True shit, Gotta be a gangsta, Make it known
All these baddies with the views, All the place I done roamed
Got my Momma on the phone
Cause still
Ain't no place like home
Ain't no place like home