Coming Home

This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble
Mayday, mayday, mayday!

If I take my time with this, it could work out
'Til we reach the sunlight
Call up my phone, but I ain't ever comin' home (I have no idea where I'm going)
I died in a gunfight (I'm going to crash, mayday, mayday, mayday!)
Out here in these streets, the way this shit be going, need more than one life
And the way these bitches goin', I got more than one type
I'm still thinkin' 'bout K-Low, I'll see him in the next life
I'm still thinkin' 'bout Capo, I'ma see him in the next life
It ain't nothin' these niggas can do that's gon' make that shit right
These niggas be charging their homies to the game
Didn't make that shit right
You charge your homie to the game for the fame
That shit don't sit right (Shit don't sit right)
That shit don't sit right
You say my name, I send a BH, you know you gon' get zipped, right?
Payed henchman, that's a PH, he gon' flip the clip like, "Prttt"

And that's it, that's the last—
That's all you'll really hear, for real
Here you go, prttt

Hop out the box and this bit' it go, "Prttt"
AP on JPG, bitch it go, "Brttt"
Hermes and Louis V, bitch it go, "Frttt"
Vivi on, Vivi on, Vivi on double B, bitch it go, "Frttt"
Double C, double C, double C on my pillow it got Cs on it
If I say I love you, you can lean on me (Lean on me)
What I'm really sayin', trust me, put the whole thing on me
I'ma bust a nigga if he swing on you
Big Blue, yeah you mean homie
I got two blicks finna sting homie
'Cause I love you to death
Nigga, you had me fucked up when you left
Thought that we was boys, now it's time to step
Felt a lil' way for you inside, there's nothin' left
That's on 5L

Ayy, ayy, uh
Ain't nothin' to tell
I gave too much time into all that shit, at the end we failed
Fool'nem still be lyin' about that shit but bro not here
Old house still like a culture shock when you just left Beverly Hills
I got the white fans and they'll post the Glock, but the black ones know it's there
I got a best friend ho, I wanna post her
Fuck, let somebody get in my air
And that shit don't sit right
I told my favorite that that shit was lame, bitch, you hope I forget, right?
I pop a Xan for Kat, red for Papin', know Boogie might not like it
And that shit don't sit right
Yo' momma call my phone at midnight
My son used to call me a vampire
I been up, but I ain't seen daylight
In the GLE, three days geeked
Twin wake me up at the red light
Know Boogie still with me all through the dark
And I still can't sleep 'cause I want shit
I'm a street nigga 'cause I got a big heart
Everything kinda feel like an accident
Put the camera on you, and it's your part
Damn, on top of that, she still nag me
Said, "Take the first flight back to New York"
I just cut her off 'cause she got a big heart, uh

And that shit don't sit right, uh
She upped the score because we play for keeps
She wanna be right
And to her that sit right
That shit don't sit right