Coming Home

Let's get it
Hey! mama your son is comin home
Look like we made it on our own
at first it was a dream
and now its lookin set in stone
Never satisfied so I gotta ask for more
They got me askin for more
They got me askin for more
Somebody asked me how I do it
more money, more problems
I remember the days where that shit used to sound stupid but now I get it
We was painting pictures with raps
but man I was worried about being evicted
made some money and celebrated
and now they sayin we acting different
Y'all feeling the pressure, I swear I barely even notice it
I'm smokin but I'm always focusing cause livin well is the best revenge
positive rapper, man, somebody go tell my mama that
I struggled all my life, look at me now, what kinda karma's that?
Hey! Mama your son is comin home
Look like we made it on our own
at first it was a dream
now its lookin set in stone
Never satisfied so I gotta ask for more
They got me askin for more
They got me askin for more
My rap confessions, I'm asking questions to adolescents
They mad obsessive, I'm tryna shield 'em from half the pressure
Life in these lines I put my passion in every letter
We doin fine but sole intentions to make it better
Clever
I'm so focused on the ending goal
waited around for a while its time to bring it home
You can quit with the cheerleading and just bring it on
kicked in the door and now my city wanna sing along
Hello, I'm from the gutter like I'm Donatello
Have me speeding through the greens refuse to catch a yellow
Hell no
Yeah we got it but I need more
couldn't stop me with a detour
I gotta get my team on
Hey! Mama your son is comin home
Look like we made it on our own
at first it was a dream
and now its lookin set in stone
Never satisfied so I gotta ask for more
They got me askin for more
They got me askin for more



Credits
Writer(s): La'reonte Wright, Mark Anthony Battles, Julian Quentin Nicholson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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