Homesick

Sometimes I really miss the south
Really miss my brothers
Wonder what they doing now
I could check in,but it's hard to find the time it takes to make sure all your brothers good with cake and as I write This verse I feel my life force fade feel like death is in the distance just a block away
I feel it creeping closer everyday
And every night getting colder while I lie awake
Knowing that I'm close to something great, but to afraid of what it takes

And I
Miss those late-night drives in the countryside remember I would cry over girls who lied
Me and my guys we would all get high then sing songs to the heavens

And as I sit and fumble words To describe my past life
My old friends and my old ties
My old cliques and my own kind
My old homies and my old slime
Like Damn homies we done lost time
Sipping fine wine on a lake on spring break
With the closest of friends back in the day now half turned to be fake but Jake you left me long the way so why is it My fault you didn't stay
I say it's not
But distance shouldn't change the meaning of our friendship
The meaning of our trust
Yeah the meaning of our kinship
Y'all my people and
I'll never stand against it
So I write this cuz I miss it

(Main Chorus)
And I've been feeling just a little homesick
I miss the 254 and I really miss my clique
I really miss my bros and I really miss my bitch
Really miss my fam really miss my old crib

Now come back to earth

I've been putting in the work
Every second every day
My body covered all with dirt
Check this verse for the bars you might miss
This for all my old friends who I went to school with
This some schooling
I'm proud of everything that you've accomplished
We grew up in the sticks but always kept it popping pushing over parties, matter fact we even stomped them a Couple off to college
A couple in the office
Making paper staying locked in

But a couple of us fell
A couple of us wishing
Throwing pennies praying to a wishing well
A couple of us broke
And I know 1 who's in a cell
This life shit is crazy
You gotta check up on yourself

And I know my day is coming soon
I've done enough shit to darken up a brightened room enough things to make my soul hurt and cry for you maybe Someday I can tell the truth
But until then I'm on my grind I'm working all the time I'm working for my brothers and my momma and my slime
I'm working out for God
And working towards my shine
This blessing I was cursed with makes me precious with my finds, bless my precious mind doing damage to my soul Which in turn breaks my heart and puts my morals on the line
Bless all of my friends who've been working overtime getting off of they work going home and doing dimes

Please bless my sight

And I've been feeling just a little homesick
I miss the 254 and I really miss my clique
I really miss my bros and I really miss my bitch
Really miss my fam really miss my old crib

And I've been feeling just a little homesick
I miss the 254 and I really miss my clique
I really miss my bros and I really miss my bitch

Yeah

And I hope I make it
I was bound to make a statement
I was Born to be a star I ain't playing

Just a goofy motherfucker from the four
Always Stuck all in my dome
The party be at 12 so I'd get fucked up and go
Pass out on the floor wake up go to practice
Then get on my phone checking on whatever girl I took back to my home
Let her know she can stay there all alone make a joke like there's water in my fridge you might need that for your Throat

But I really miss my friends, and I really miss my fam, and I really wish that I could just go back and do it all again
But it's gone and this same song just sings in my head saying damn

And I
Miss those late night drives in the country side remember I would cry over girls who lied
Me and my guys we would all get high then sing songs to the heavens