Make It Home
She said she love me, but do I really need her?
I'm in the trap, playin' with squares like I'm derrick jeter
She think I'm fuckin' off, that's probably why she want me home
Underneath this balenciaga tee, I got a chrome heart
If you love me, baby, stop playin' and play your part
These niggas hatin' on me, I'm on the block with 223's
I'll send you home
I gotta make it home
Been lost my heart to these streets, lately I'm tryna get it back
Never been about no bitch, always been about a bag
Give a bitch what she want and she still goin' nag
Might as well be a blood, cause baby a red flag
Bitch be sayin' that I'm trippin'
I'm tryna get my pape up
No sleep, gotta wake up, we break up just to make up
I like you better with no makeup on
That cheese I gotta scrape up, lost time, you can't make up
Stack gain, maintain, but I can't remain the same
Puttin' game in my son ear while givin' him a shape up
I ain't been around a lot, that's some shit I gotta straighten up
I fear God in this demon, rockin' hell star
Preach callin', he said I'm blessed, he wanna pray over me
Them niggas plottin', they pray I fail, they want my downfall
Thirty shots and this glock, try me, they gon' all fall
Been gettin' money since the middle finger was the cactus emoji
If you know, then you know me
I been ridin' low key, lately
I ain't been fuckin' with the foreigns
Niggas cappin' like they know me, nigga, you ain't my homie
If you want what's best for me, my nigga, then show me
I just hit Detroit, nigga, and made plays at the Coney
My whole family, they been thuggin', just as long as saucony's
It seem like my whole life, my nigga, I been runnin
My nigga, I been runnin',
My nigga, I been runnin'
Downfall,
They want my downfall
Woah,
She said she love me, but do I really need her?
I'm in the trap, playin' with squares like I'm derek jeter
She think I'm fuckin' off, that's probably why she want me home
Underneath this balenciaga tee I got a chrome heart
If you love me, baby, stop playin' and play your part
These niggas are hatin' on me
I'm on the block with 223's
I'll send you home
I gotta make it home
I'm in the trap, playin' with squares like I'm derrick jeter
She think I'm fuckin' off, that's probably why she want me home
Underneath this balenciaga tee, I got a chrome heart
If you love me, baby, stop playin' and play your part
These niggas hatin' on me, I'm on the block with 223's
I'll send you home
I gotta make it home
Been lost my heart to these streets, lately I'm tryna get it back
Never been about no bitch, always been about a bag
Give a bitch what she want and she still goin' nag
Might as well be a blood, cause baby a red flag
Bitch be sayin' that I'm trippin'
I'm tryna get my pape up
No sleep, gotta wake up, we break up just to make up
I like you better with no makeup on
That cheese I gotta scrape up, lost time, you can't make up
Stack gain, maintain, but I can't remain the same
Puttin' game in my son ear while givin' him a shape up
I ain't been around a lot, that's some shit I gotta straighten up
I fear God in this demon, rockin' hell star
Preach callin', he said I'm blessed, he wanna pray over me
Them niggas plottin', they pray I fail, they want my downfall
Thirty shots and this glock, try me, they gon' all fall
Been gettin' money since the middle finger was the cactus emoji
If you know, then you know me
I been ridin' low key, lately
I ain't been fuckin' with the foreigns
Niggas cappin' like they know me, nigga, you ain't my homie
If you want what's best for me, my nigga, then show me
I just hit Detroit, nigga, and made plays at the Coney
My whole family, they been thuggin', just as long as saucony's
It seem like my whole life, my nigga, I been runnin
My nigga, I been runnin',
My nigga, I been runnin'
Downfall,
They want my downfall
Woah,
She said she love me, but do I really need her?
I'm in the trap, playin' with squares like I'm derek jeter
She think I'm fuckin' off, that's probably why she want me home
Underneath this balenciaga tee I got a chrome heart
If you love me, baby, stop playin' and play your part
These niggas are hatin' on me
I'm on the block with 223's
I'll send you home
I gotta make it home
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey Bailey
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