Coming Home
I been waitin' for this moment now it's my time to shine
I'll be damned if I somehow let them ever take what's mine
I'm comin' home with knowledge, with a purpose to be great
Got myself together before I was a mistake
Could've took the route of compliance to the masses
Self-made, self-taught all the fuckin' tactics
Never needed no one's hand to hold, no mentor be in sight
Now I am the mentor, taught my dawgs how to keep it tight
In my element, I feel like who the fuck can stop me?
You broke me out the chains and I'll get rich, I feel like Roddy
You must be suicidal if you fuckin' with my posse
I'll fold these fuckin' rappers like we playin' oragami
I'm untouchable, my words and flow is no other
My loyalty is true like what I said on For My Brothers
Now I'm comin' home, foot on the gas I'm burnin' rubber
My time is comin' soon, and you'll know by hearin' thunder
Listen, I'll be comin' home with more confidence than ever
With how I'm steppin' out, you'd think some rain is in the weather
VLONE on my back and all my jackets matte-black leather
They fuck with how I rap and how my lyrics mesh together
Hate me all you want, I'm still gon flaunt, and you gon see me thrive
Feastin' on the drums like white folks with apple pie
I'm not gonna get my flowers, I might when I die
And that's the sad part 'cause I'm be here for a long time
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
YDC
Oh shit!
Let's do this shit
A mothafucka said some shit about my ligaments
They obviously got talent 'cause they made me snag your bitch
I'm not dissin', I'm just speakin' facts
I'm really on my shit
We can keep it cordial 'cause I don't why you're pissed
Listen, what I'm sayin' is that I really don't care
I got problems in my life that I need energy to bare
Now you
I got a bone to pick with you
You chose to fold your brother in quotations
Over somethin' 'bout a bitch
You a fraud
Tellin' lies across the board, lemme speak
Your friends like your mother more than you, your mind is weak
Vacation don't mean shit, how you forget how to eat?
And if I was such a problem, why never talk to me?
'Cause you a pussy
And your bitch gon leave your ass when she grow up
Maybe you should fuck someone your age you dirty shmuck
How's it feel to be a loner stoner, boy it must suck
Your bitch the only thing that's keepin' you away from havin' none
Chance after chance, and you thinkin' we on bad terms?
Keep the shit forever, suck my dick and eat a bag of worms
You was never down, you just live to be a servant
To the women in your life while your brotherhood is hurtin'
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
I'll be damned if I somehow let them ever take what's mine
I'm comin' home with knowledge, with a purpose to be great
Got myself together before I was a mistake
Could've took the route of compliance to the masses
Self-made, self-taught all the fuckin' tactics
Never needed no one's hand to hold, no mentor be in sight
Now I am the mentor, taught my dawgs how to keep it tight
In my element, I feel like who the fuck can stop me?
You broke me out the chains and I'll get rich, I feel like Roddy
You must be suicidal if you fuckin' with my posse
I'll fold these fuckin' rappers like we playin' oragami
I'm untouchable, my words and flow is no other
My loyalty is true like what I said on For My Brothers
Now I'm comin' home, foot on the gas I'm burnin' rubber
My time is comin' soon, and you'll know by hearin' thunder
Listen, I'll be comin' home with more confidence than ever
With how I'm steppin' out, you'd think some rain is in the weather
VLONE on my back and all my jackets matte-black leather
They fuck with how I rap and how my lyrics mesh together
Hate me all you want, I'm still gon flaunt, and you gon see me thrive
Feastin' on the drums like white folks with apple pie
I'm not gonna get my flowers, I might when I die
And that's the sad part 'cause I'm be here for a long time
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
YDC
Oh shit!
Let's do this shit
A mothafucka said some shit about my ligaments
They obviously got talent 'cause they made me snag your bitch
I'm not dissin', I'm just speakin' facts
I'm really on my shit
We can keep it cordial 'cause I don't why you're pissed
Listen, what I'm sayin' is that I really don't care
I got problems in my life that I need energy to bare
Now you
I got a bone to pick with you
You chose to fold your brother in quotations
Over somethin' 'bout a bitch
You a fraud
Tellin' lies across the board, lemme speak
Your friends like your mother more than you, your mind is weak
Vacation don't mean shit, how you forget how to eat?
And if I was such a problem, why never talk to me?
'Cause you a pussy
And your bitch gon leave your ass when she grow up
Maybe you should fuck someone your age you dirty shmuck
How's it feel to be a loner stoner, boy it must suck
Your bitch the only thing that's keepin' you away from havin' none
Chance after chance, and you thinkin' we on bad terms?
Keep the shit forever, suck my dick and eat a bag of worms
You was never down, you just live to be a servant
To the women in your life while your brotherhood is hurtin'
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
Now I'm comin' home
I'ma find my throne
I can't listen when they sayin' that my dreams are gettin' old
Bitches said I wasn't shit and now they callin' my phone
Ain't nobody takin' credit 'cause I do this on my own
Credits
Writer(s): Nikko Bibars
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