Home Court
No Plans
It's different when you got the home court advantage
Body
Waking up to fake lashes stuck to the covers
What are we coming to
A bunch of women comfortable, the vibes is uncontrollable
There was a time, where I would fuck and wouldn't fuck wit you
Here for a few hours like a substitute
So keep your man, I'll come off the bench like I'm Toronto Lou
Could never step on me, or over me, that's another Lue
Eating these niggas lunchables
They knowing they can't fuck wit you
I just need my space right now
They say I'm tryna rap like Drake, what we debating
Kobe imitated Mike, and we argued who was the greatest
So, if studying game make you niggas think of the best, then why in the fuck would I change?
Spent my whole life dreaming of times like this
Whole click faded, adderall and burning papers
Could be out here pulling capers
Instead, we on the baddest women ever created
It's different phases
Told her, you can't always be the catch, sometimes you gotta go and be the chaser
My mom want a different life for me, and it's driving her crazy
Meanwhile, I'm counting up until my hands bleed
And you want me at a job where they giving pay cuts
I'm trying to be on beaches, out in Jamaica
Three weeks at a time, and that's too long for a work vacation
Look
There's no time to argue on a mobile phone, bout shit I'm doin on the road
I'm trying to get a mobile home
Soon enough it'll be selling shows, and money I'll be mailing home
Gotta book me by email alone
And my niggas will handle that cuz they vouched for me
When other niggas couched me, and bitches all had gossip tryna out me
It was all a malice in palace, to go to bout for me
I made that shit a fallacy
Look
Eating every punch, I mean the whole course
Five star meals, made by my homeboy
They get happy off my losses, find ya own joy
Instead making noise off of my noise
Down by two, with three to go
I still find a way to stay poise
Nobody else win, when we the ones that's holding home court
Remember that
Aight, let me hear that all back
You're up 2-0
What's the story
Are you not happy
Are you only half happy
What's there to be happy about
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished?
I don't think so
It's different when you got the home court advantage
Body
Waking up to fake lashes stuck to the covers
What are we coming to
A bunch of women comfortable, the vibes is uncontrollable
There was a time, where I would fuck and wouldn't fuck wit you
Here for a few hours like a substitute
So keep your man, I'll come off the bench like I'm Toronto Lou
Could never step on me, or over me, that's another Lue
Eating these niggas lunchables
They knowing they can't fuck wit you
I just need my space right now
They say I'm tryna rap like Drake, what we debating
Kobe imitated Mike, and we argued who was the greatest
So, if studying game make you niggas think of the best, then why in the fuck would I change?
Spent my whole life dreaming of times like this
Whole click faded, adderall and burning papers
Could be out here pulling capers
Instead, we on the baddest women ever created
It's different phases
Told her, you can't always be the catch, sometimes you gotta go and be the chaser
My mom want a different life for me, and it's driving her crazy
Meanwhile, I'm counting up until my hands bleed
And you want me at a job where they giving pay cuts
I'm trying to be on beaches, out in Jamaica
Three weeks at a time, and that's too long for a work vacation
Look
There's no time to argue on a mobile phone, bout shit I'm doin on the road
I'm trying to get a mobile home
Soon enough it'll be selling shows, and money I'll be mailing home
Gotta book me by email alone
And my niggas will handle that cuz they vouched for me
When other niggas couched me, and bitches all had gossip tryna out me
It was all a malice in palace, to go to bout for me
I made that shit a fallacy
Look
Eating every punch, I mean the whole course
Five star meals, made by my homeboy
They get happy off my losses, find ya own joy
Instead making noise off of my noise
Down by two, with three to go
I still find a way to stay poise
Nobody else win, when we the ones that's holding home court
Remember that
Aight, let me hear that all back
You're up 2-0
What's the story
Are you not happy
Are you only half happy
What's there to be happy about
You're up 2-0
Job's not finished
Job finished?
I don't think so
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Jarrod Scaife Milton, Brandon Tyler, Jarvis Gardner
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