Hook:
Come Home
Make something hot
Wake up
Make something hot
Verse 1:
People from Jersey
They grow up so worthy
That's where I come from
And nobody could hurt me
Ma cousin said spit
Now the flow is so perfect
I'm k**ing these cats like a kid with bad parents
And brothers get jealous that's just from appearance
They barking at me like a dog with no purpose
I think they just mad cuz I rap with no cursing
Wake up and b me everyday no rehearsing
Don't come to me tripping or else its closed curtains
No grown man
But I go ham
And u so spam
In this program
Hating cuz u cud never b as good as me
Or half of that
Or even half of that
I been flipping the game like acrobats
Laying so many tracks that my mattress bad
Something like a rolling stone
TV when u gone
Boy u know im on
Like your favorite song
When u outta home
Talking on the phone
Or relaxing on ya own
Look listen I don't really know
I just know im on like a radio
Sent a couple tracks
They ain't play it though
Hook:
Verse 2:
A loose screw say I should be in the booth
Or make money more often missing a loose tooth
I'm often spitting heat so lets pray that its fireproof
Something about me that makes your blood dilute
There's going to be change you see Im your living proof
And I ain't talking about a fake label
Im making sure family set stable
Getting the hood what need starting with that cable
Im keeping it clean
I keeps it a bean
Im living a dream
Building a team
Maybe ill b
Different nah just more extreme
Asking u what it seem
In the history of a teen
Wit visions of making green
Everybody always talking
I made a mission to listen
You people always resisting to see this new type position
And truly understand the real meaning of living
Reason your so slow retarded families fishing
Way ahead of the game y'all stuck intermission
You can't even bank cuz you spending all your commission
I'm sifting
Through your favorite kind of music
Can you listen
This games a heavy weight but im pushing like a piston
Never stopping racing my dreams its no decision
You reaching for the e-brake on my life I keep drifting
Trying to devour my soul but I keep dishing
If you really want me to stop ask ya kids to start wishing
But that's not gonna happen that ain't even in my vision
Finish a track and send it to my cousin
I'm loving the way they living
But living is really kicking
I guess that I ain't picking the right hand for the mission
I mean it I been preaching to demons
And ain't nothing is safe so contact that FEMA
Needing myself to rely on
Cuz I dont need a believer
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