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Homecoming (feat. Peace K!ng) Video (MV)




Performed By: Callon B
Featuring: Sivade
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Callon Nanny, Braishaun Davis, Alphonso Ray




Callon B - Homecoming (feat. Peace K!ng) Lyrics




[ Featuring Sivade ]

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming

Honky from the southside this shit musty
Trailer park trash i would crash with the junky's
Dead head homies hadda put em on culture
Red neck homies hadda put em on kosher ha
I'm f*ck around get every body lit
Fast life livin like every day lent
Check list big ain't makin no dents
Check just hit but it's already spent
I ain't tryna flex
Life worth livin worse livin in debt
Lookin at my options man shit is grotesque
Got it out the dirt I ain't sit at no desk
No rest for the wicked
Foot on they necks won't let me get friendly
Just touched down home town in a frenzy
I was in a pinch hadda pinch those pennys
Gotta get it how I live it
And that's by any means
I smelled the coffee n had an epiphany
All of my struggles in life would condition me
All of these puzzles a piece of divinity uh
Good fella always tryna do better
Only one B you needa find a new letter
Me n my gang finna take it to a new level
Hang in the jungle an Im feelin like Doolittle

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming

Ugh! Aye!
Linked up with Callon
We makin hits like a nail and a mallet
Sakurai, I need the ultimate challenge
How you expect me to beat out the talent?
They say the king kinda basic, I doubt it
When everything I end up making astounding
And any time I drop a verse I get hounded for features
My gmail stay overcrowded
Ugh
Bitch I'm a rap star
Might be a track star, I overlap y'all
Y'all better back off, pull it like Black Ops
Black on any and everything that they pass off, pass on message to homies
It's love but I snap and I'm wiping out shit like I'm Tony
Y'all tracks Kimimaro, ya shit lookin bony
Be phoning the plan but damn
You moving phony
It's crazy
Baka get love from the state
R-Dub on the way
I rub in ya face
They deafen cause you don't got nothin to say
Claim motion but yo crew running in place
They f*ck with the gang
It's up for ya lane
Finna take off like up, up, and away
Think not? Think Kim
How we dumpin the K
Can't f*ck with the Bee
Can't f*ck with Sivade

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
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Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming

Honky from the southside this shit musty
Trailer park trash i would crash with the junky's
Dead head homies hadda put em on culture
Red neck homies hadda put em on kosher ha
I'm f*ck around get every body lit
Fast life livin like every day lent
Check list big ain't makin no dents
Check just hit but it's already spent
I ain't tryna flex
Life worth livin worse livin in debt
Lookin at my options man shit is grotesque
Got it out the dirt I ain't sit at no desk
No rest for the wicked
Foot on they necks won't let me get friendly
Just touched down home town in a frenzy
I was in a pinch hadda pinch those pennys
Gotta get it how I live it
And that's by any means
I smelled the coffee n had an epiphany
All of my struggles in life would condition me
All of these puzzles a piece of divinity uh
Good fella always tryna do better
Only one B you needa find a new letter
Me n my gang finna take it to a new level
Hang in the jungle an Im feelin like Doolittle

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming

Ugh! Aye!
Linked up with Callon
We makin hits like a nail and a mallet
Sakurai, I need the ultimate challenge
How you expect me to beat out the talent?
They say the king kinda basic, I doubt it
When everything I end up making astounding
And any time I drop a verse I get hounded for features
My gmail stay overcrowded
Ugh
Bitch I'm a rap star
Might be a track star, I overlap y'all
Y'all better back off, pull it like Black Ops
Black on any and everything that they pass off, pass on message to homies
It's love but I snap and I'm wiping out shit like I'm Tony
Y'all tracks Kimimaro, ya shit lookin bony
Be phoning the plan but damn
You moving phony
It's crazy
Baka get love from the state
R-Dub on the way
I rub in ya face
They deafen cause you don't got nothin to say
Claim motion but yo crew running in place
They f*ck with the gang
It's up for ya lane
Finna take off like up, up, and away
Think not? Think Kim
How we dumpin the K
Can't f*ck with the Bee
Can't f*ck with Sivade

Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
Yanky from the Northside this shit jumping
Harlem God Father beat this shit bumping
Keeping it one hundred
Stack fifties and twenties ain't ever left shit just feel like I'm coming
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Writer: Callon Nanny, Braishaun Davis, Alphonso Ray
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