[ Featuring Joell Ortiz ]
Come Back Home
Verse 1
I scroll through the gram and see old friends I hung wit
Had a couple drinks smoked blunts wit dis dumb shit wit
You know slum shit.. slung nicks and rung fifs
Run quick, hop over gates, escape that one trip up North
And I ask myself, what I do so different
How did me and the younger me become so distant?
Or are we not... are there pieces of that block and that lot parked up under this fassad...
Of a kid who made it out but still feels trapped cause his bill stacked and Hip Hop minoritized real rap that's real rap
I purchase things and get alerts from my mobile app
Like boy you ain't posed to be doing that
Who you think u is?
You ain't never had a single on the charts
Only thing Top 40 about you's that new glock
Sitting up in ya closet next to that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of those up and come back home ...
Come Back Home
Verse 2
Yea I'm one of the few ca say I made it out
But when I got out did I do the things to make it count
Did I invest? Find some things to feed my bank account
Or did I buy materials shit that I ca stayed without?
It's my time I'm real ILL
I'm bout to get mil mills
You haters wit ILL will
Take chill pills
Nah... That ain't how I still feel
Thought I forever be a cash cow
But I ain't gon cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushing beat cooking rep Brooklyn give whoopings through the pen like summertime in the bookings
I'm looking off of these stage at faces that follow me through the stages of my career and appreciate that I never staged it..
What u see is what u get, what you hear is legit
I'm from the era u ain't shit, less we feel u ca spit
I've come to terms wit the fact that I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on if I ever went pop
Come Back Home Hook
Come back home
*repeated*
