home sweet home.
Ohhh (Yeah)
Yeah
You know they say home is where the heart is you feel me?
Ohhh (Yeah)
Yeah yeah
Look
They want attention undivided
Stack the money multiply it
Sticking with the facts
Don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
Yeah this record speaking for itself (Uh)
Got strips just like a ref they never listen guess all of 'em deaf
I love this shit to death no doubt about it did it by myself
When you on the field
This shit is real cause love you won't receive it
Looking at my scale it's off the rail
And no ain't talking Revis (Whew)
Tell 'em beat it vibing wilding out demeanor too conceded
Make believing words without a meaning leaving people grieving
Guilty by association talk about a devastation
Blowing all my money in a flash I had no pot to pee in
You know ma dukes says man
I gotta go back to when I first started this rapping shit
Gotta start telling stories again
Fuck it
(Turn this bihh up DaDa)
Yeah
Hella people think I'm crazy rather that then being lazy
You can never play me
Chances slimmer than that niggah shady (Yeah)
Strolling through the day can't block the hate as if I was Dababy
The way my momma raised me keep it real to keep your reputation
Wonder how they really feel about me when I'm not around
I broke it down they envy my success I'm closest to the crown
I was lost but then I found a way
Refused to learn the easy way
Some people won't appreciate
(Whew)
They want attention undivided
Stack the money multiply it
Sticking with the facts
Don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
Yeah this record speaking for itself (Uh)
Got strips just like a ref they never listen guess all of 'em deaf
I love this shit to death no doubt about it did it by myself
When you on the field
This shit is real cause love you won't receive it
Looking at my scale it's off the rail
And no ain't talking Revis
Hey Josh
It's your mom
I was sitting here thinking about when you were little
You use to make drum sticks out of everything
And you would go around beating on everything
Well I should've known back then
That you were gonna be very very talented in music
Um I'm amazed at your talent
And I love you so so much
And I'm super proud of you
Keep doing you boo
Made Smoove
Yeah
You know they say home is where the heart is you feel me?
Ohhh (Yeah)
Yeah yeah
Look
They want attention undivided
Stack the money multiply it
Sticking with the facts
Don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
Yeah this record speaking for itself (Uh)
Got strips just like a ref they never listen guess all of 'em deaf
I love this shit to death no doubt about it did it by myself
When you on the field
This shit is real cause love you won't receive it
Looking at my scale it's off the rail
And no ain't talking Revis (Whew)
Tell 'em beat it vibing wilding out demeanor too conceded
Make believing words without a meaning leaving people grieving
Guilty by association talk about a devastation
Blowing all my money in a flash I had no pot to pee in
You know ma dukes says man
I gotta go back to when I first started this rapping shit
Gotta start telling stories again
Fuck it
(Turn this bihh up DaDa)
Yeah
Hella people think I'm crazy rather that then being lazy
You can never play me
Chances slimmer than that niggah shady (Yeah)
Strolling through the day can't block the hate as if I was Dababy
The way my momma raised me keep it real to keep your reputation
Wonder how they really feel about me when I'm not around
I broke it down they envy my success I'm closest to the crown
I was lost but then I found a way
Refused to learn the easy way
Some people won't appreciate
(Whew)
They want attention undivided
Stack the money multiply it
Sticking with the facts
Don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
Yeah this record speaking for itself (Uh)
Got strips just like a ref they never listen guess all of 'em deaf
I love this shit to death no doubt about it did it by myself
When you on the field
This shit is real cause love you won't receive it
Looking at my scale it's off the rail
And no ain't talking Revis
Hey Josh
It's your mom
I was sitting here thinking about when you were little
You use to make drum sticks out of everything
And you would go around beating on everything
Well I should've known back then
That you were gonna be very very talented in music
Um I'm amazed at your talent
And I love you so so much
And I'm super proud of you
Keep doing you boo
Made Smoove
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Writer(s): Made Smoove
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