HOME SWEET HOME (feat. Zide!)

Yeah, you know, I'm back on the track with Cayden for the next album
You knew I was gonna show up anyways
Ayy, Home sweet home to the lago
I know a couple thousand streams ain't as far as I'll go
I know one day I'll be the head honcho
Lead bullets poppin out forty through the ponchos OPPs close so you better never keep yo eyes
closed
Me you one on one better get the iso, ice froze
Gotta Cuban lil skinny I don't like those uh
Gotta get the bands til my life chose up
Runnin round and dancing think I might throw up
Make a couple hits n drop em all I think I might blow up
Make a couple bands up Inna week think you show up
Sayin that I'm ass check the streams think I might go up
Hey hey to the LE
Loyal to my city I said you could never sell me
Check the check balance never dry you could tell me
Damn I miss the city been a minute since I felt me
Wait okay this the real me
Never let a bitch close you don't feel me
Never let a bitch hold you down it's concealing
Never trust a bitch w ya heart they deceiving
Tryna turn it up I'll raise the bar break the ceiling
Tryna make it big give em sumn to believe in
Love to all my north side bruddas intervening
Tryna put the city on the map ain't never leavin
Yeah, man, you know, I ain't never leavin' the city, man
I fuckin' love my city, man, Lake Elsinore
We gon' bring this shit out the mud (I gotta feeling their's gonna be a riot)

This was all the protection you needed
You win some, you lose some
But You live, you live to fight another day

Nigga, it feels so good to be goddamn home
Cayden Null returning to Lake Elsinore
I'm from the West Coast
I talk a lotta shit, it's coming from my chest though
And a nigga be cooking like Presto
She impressed by my tracks, but I'm tryna feel the breast though
Not having sex though
I'm joking, dawg, I've really grown up
Beat make me reminisce Alberhill, the suburb I throw up
Buffbitches nerd that's tryna blow up
Nigga
Click clack, boom, nigga
Use them tools, nigga
Let that ideas bloom, nigga
Pass the Dutch, put some salt on that wound, nigga
Shout out JonJon 'cause he make that chiptune
And unlike for you, these girls won't pop that balloon
For a nigga like me, 'cause I stay so clean and
Home may be where hatred is
But it can never stop Cayden, man
And shout out my nigga JT
Catch me by Juan Rotisserie eating some baked beans
A, B, B, four point oh activity
Niggas know I'm Drake's new ghostwriter-they gotta thank me
Gotta wank me, ride me like Akademiks
Okay, pause on my affirmations
I went to Koga crib, we all chilled and spent the night
Jumping over the fire, we spittin' like all the time
Making these Misadventures videos
We majorly ball, like really though

I wanna look back fondly on them high school bus days
When I'm in college and I start feeling lonely
When we all go on different paths-that shit's scary, right?
When me and my family cut our ties-that can't be right
I'm scared of the future
Hell awaits if you're having fun
So I'm tryna do it all before I run the devil's runs ones
And this next part is from a different song

Aye, bust out the gate like Drake, nigga, no nuts
Yeah, my name is Null, CayCay dropping pink cuts
Hit 'em with a chop suey flow so you know what
Super Saiyan motherfucking lames need to grow up