Philly - Coming Home Lyrics

Yeah
This one for my people
Listen
Lotta what, lotta what, lotta look
Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist
Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks
Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich
Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch
Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own
Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone
I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home
I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't
Telling me I changed, I tell her for the better
Stabbed me in the back, got me bleeding through my sweater
Had to let her go, in my cap another feather
Who's hoodies you gon wear, when you gettin rainy weather
Huh, everybody acting like they gonna ride
Put a hunnid on the dash, went airborne, almost died
Everybody claiming gangs until worlds collide
At least I got my people, when it's time to pick sides
Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist
Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks
Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich
Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch
Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own
Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone
I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home
I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't
I'm coming home with a pocket full of knowledge and popping off
Volcano state of mind, spitting lava to top it off
You ain't at the top it all until when you got it all
And take it for granted then fall, only to answer the call and
Make the comeback greater than the setback
Step above the hate so I can wave and tell it step back
Picking the pocket of Satan, paving poetic paths
See God in amazing paintings, the raining is fading fast
It's never been more clear to me, that all I'm here to be
Is a servant who is more than he appears to be
He's writing recipes that remedy the fears in me
By spending time to the people that are near to me
Tell me that I'm wrong and I will always hear you out
'Cause It's not about my ego, it's already in the ground
Built our castles outa broken stone, you know we coming home now
Without a doubt now, without a doubt
Lotta gold on my neck, lotta ice on my wrist
Lotta money in my pockets, I done hit a couple licks
Lotta hustles, I picked up, tryna make my people rich
Lotta people, change on me, always been to real to switch
Lotta women tryna cuff me, but I'm moving on my own
Gotta learn to love myself, gotta learn to be alone
I done been through hell and back, but I'm finally coming home
I write a lot bout love, my advice to you is don't