Mikey Budd - Come Back Home Lyrics

Hold up, yo fo I start to spit
Gotta give a shout out quick
Everyone that's on my shit
Phrayze killed this beat
It's Milkman music
And shout out to the people who think
I still can't do this
F*ck where you're from
Be concerned with how I built my team
Solid stoned soldiers
Yeah I'm talkin Brick City!
Chi-Town!
Kept my flow so cold
With a New York state of mind
Mis Dominicanos
De Miami don't cry, doin fine on the west coast
I was born to be big, scuzi innuendo
When you get that Benzo
You'll understand why I kept my distance
From the bitches so my ass can send
These checks home
Picture me rollin
Holdin' it tight, smoking all night,
Control inside the feelings that I
Used to catch but now I let em
Slip and slide
Into the hands of God
Go on ask my mother
How does your son make a livin'
Mi hijo es un hustler!

Now we're goin all out
No more excuses
Baby we gon' stand out
We were born to do this
At least til we can come back home

Started from the bottom
Still workin our way up
Even when we're ballin
Best believe we'll lay up
Underneath the sun
So we can shine on

East coast - Bring it back
West coast - Bring it back
Midwest - Bring it back
And the South - Bring it back

Sleep all day - party all night
Think that's how I'm livin?
Nah not quite
Riots erupt when you quiet
This long - Got a call from my bro
But it's not from his phone
My dudes flippin'
5 G's? Please man bail me out
Weeds got me trippin
Feet don't fail me now
These days I don't sleep
Write til I'm signed
Like approval of appeal forms
Pressure em like kidney stones
Til we out... Let it be the cell or debt
Sorry that I'm not sorry that I left
With what I said
No fear no tears homeboy this is sweat
Any risk that you've denied
Is the challenge I accept (gladly)

Now we're goin all out
No more excuses
Baby we gon' stand out
We were born to do this
At least til we can come back home

Started from the bottom
Still workin our way up
Even when we're ballin
Best believe we'll lay up
Underneath the sun
So we can shine on

Give your life for your country
Sit back watch em kill each other
Ās we keep on countin' money
Same song since I was younger
Bullshit Ī can smell it from under
They knows that Ī'm a question
Cuz it isn't make sense for my foreign brothers
Your brothers told it was either do or die
At what cost can you brainwash
Shawties to that suit and tie
No Timberlake but for earth and water
300 rounds are firing til someone is retiring
Was it he who shot you first or
Was it you who woulda tried
To justify who should of died
In what became a genocide
Killin spree philosophy
Maybe I'm just pissed off
Because my cousins got shipped to countries
Where they really need not be
In the first place, worse case scenario
We'll send our condolences in this empty envelope
Gracias a dios that the reaper only grazed him
Wait til I'm makin stacks
The united banks
Won't ever buy you back

Now we're goin all out
No more excuses
Baby we gon' stand out
We were born to do this
At least til we can come back home

Started from the bottom
Still workin our way up
Even when we're ballin
Best believe we'll lay up
Underneath the sun
So we can shine on