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Bitch I'm back home (woah)

Bitch I'm back home
Only here for a lil minute, then I'm back gone

Niggas tweaking in the city
Keep your strap on you
Best advice to lay low
Only move for business
Tires spinning, call it pay-rolling
Don't get tired till all of them houses got the gates round em
Beat the odds in every situation
Know they hate how I been getting fly
The smallest of occasions, they can't stand by me
Know niggas can't stand me
It's a problem nigga stand on it
Hit the Leer jet, I feel like Adolf
Grind ain't took a day off
Pray to God that all the work I'm putting pay off
Only fear in life accepting failure, nigga stay hungry
You really want this shit, then I ain't gotta tell you stay on it
Only fear in life can't make a sale, here go a J calling
Thanking God I ain't stuck up in a cell or in a graveyard
Plenty times I let off shots, that bitch ain't have my name on it
Plenty times them shots let off, and I ain't have that thing on me
Plenty times I talked to God, and I couldn't hear a thing from him
Took some time for I realized them blessings come in strange forms
In good hands like State Farm
Can't bring everybody up with you
They ain't built for it, cain't wait for em
First year in it, doing vet numbers
I know they probably doubting
Nigga I got money too, we can bet on it
It's on the floor, Ima step on it
Already took over next summer (yeah)
Nigga just locked in on next summer
They tryna guess my next move
Flash right then buck left on em (damn)
Got right but I had left some
Same niggas talk down on me, can't come round me
Nigga that been handled
Ask about me, I been stamped
Lil nigga with a big account
Shit only getting bigger now
I'm on some shit they can't even figure out
Everybody a killer now
Niggas ain't got no code
What happened to getting to that paper
Stacking it tall til it can't fold
Nigga been working nine to five and got packs still on the road
Fuck whatever they told you, nigga I'm him if you ain't noticed
Fuck whoever ain't hold it down, it was bumps all in the road
Some shit I gotta know before you ride is you gone fold?

I'm driving shawty gone roll
She hate how all them drugs fuck with my mind
Shawty I know, but damn I hate being sober
And damn I hate how everybody come around acting like they know me
Can't let that shit get to me, tryna move forward
Nigga gotta focus

Bitch I'm back home
Only here for a lil minute then I'm back gone

Gotta watch them sneaky bitches, ain't got no morals
Don't let em put that pack on you
You young and having shit out here
A target on your back homie
Can't fold or go for shit they selling to you
Make your own money
And you ain't gotta show none of it
Just show the shit it done for you
You was broke, they ain't come around
Stack a couple thousand, then they come for you
And all of em want some from you
But they ain't tryna do none for you
Don't take shit from nobody
Don't let nobody take none from you
Got the ball, ain't no fumbling
Got one shot, make the most of it
Got one shot, make the most of it
Don't forget the niggas that was there for you
When it's your time, gotta toast up

Bitch I'm back home
Bitch I'm back home (yeah)