Iby Fresh & Stevie D - Hometown lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie D] Born and raised in CT, my hometown never see me Movies come and go, I don't have no time for screenings I'm scheming and planning trying to find that grammy But the only dealers I know are n***as trying to scam me Trying to get my money like my childhood buddy That just burned me for a twenty, that kind of sh** ain't funny Used to play catch with him, but now I can't trust the kid As far as I can throw the b**h, so yea f** that sh** Yea my hometown, f** that sh** I don't f**s with it Milford can just s** my dick, pull out then nut on it Yea my hometown just can't hold me down When my favorite places just keep on closing down Milford can't run with, and that's just the way it be And as the French say... what? Se La Vie Coming for your heartstrings, let Adele pluck at them things This sh** is over now, pause... let the fat b**h sing [Verse 2: Iby Fresh] Chilling in my hometown needing my alone time Cuz the girl I really want is sitting in another, not my... Shout out to Louisville Be Fresh The city where I grew up, where n***as never blew up My little bro from around the way, the hometown screw up The girls down on seventh street will shake they little a** While my n***as in the west out hustling for some cash I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my mother Shout out to Domo, man he like my little brother But that hometown fever got us fighting with each other Late nights chilling up at Devil Rows waiting with no cover I put on for my city, cardinal strong in my city And if you don't bleed red you don't belong in my city The hoe I mess with started acting all sadidy And when I turned my back she started f**ing with my n***a So f** that b**h, never trust no snitch, never ask for sh** Living in a town where Dino just put tax on sh** Gas no clips, a** no tits, racks on racks on racks no chips Hella games no championships, I'm done A D you can have this sh**