[1st verse: MonGstar]
Back home to a hood where they squeeze Glocks let fly of slugs
Still go there like hot cakes are sellin' d**
Where a pin pierce your head if you mess with thugs
There chicks commit murders when takin' hugs
Just as soon as they have ate the chips of lugs
There priests speak slang like church is a gang of geez
In a chase of cheese
You get short and rest in piece
No sympathy all they say is
"he dead poor vic"
Like j.cole take a power trip
And feel how good you be feelin' when you going back home
Its like a feelin' the poet feels when writing a poem
Can't wait to hit the paths I used to roam, whoa
Im old now and my n***as are grown too
Taller than goat ru'
I forgot the pain iv gone through
Im going back home
[hook: MonGstar and Mistiq Flow]
Back home n***as chasin' the cash
b**hes shakin' that a**
Everyday n***as smoki'n the gra**
Backhome n***as chasin' the dough
b**hes droppin' it low
Everyday mad trees we blow X2
[2nd verse: MonGstar]
Im still a hustle Fast Eddie Felson
Girl Im a rider gates of the game I fastened
Where I'm from when its my song playing they put their source of sound against they heart
And I keep lacin' hard
"home is where the hate is" somebody told me
But back home they gat love for a hommie
And may hating n***as learn to love
Cuz I embraced the game and I play it thorough
[3rd verse: mistiq flow]
And I blaze the art everybody knows me
b**hes shakin' that a**, thats how them hoes be
Oh yeah they know me from n***as who been smokin' tik
To n***as who sippin' the water to b**hes who booty twirk
They put in the work its for the dough you know
And n***a I never rush i take it slow you know
Thats just the way I way go chillin' on a friday
With my n***as puffin life smokin' sade
[hook]X2