Kami de Chukwu - Home lyrics

f** 'em Beat 'em up, cuff 'em All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked 'em Chocolate, took a n***a wheels just for puffin' Locked them in the dungeon always left his tummy rumbling Mumbling Told him that he's seen better days The nightfall came, bet he dreamed of better ways And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display A scene of dismay, on the screen b**hes play Hard enough to never understand it's never over Sip that heavy liquor till you feelin' light all over Drop a couple tracks till them b**hes barely know you And a bubble bu*t slaps trickin out for your quota Pimp always let his cup runneth over Sims tearin up when they hearts broken Him, never gave a f** about all of that Money, fam, and music, man we hear to save all of that Save money baller raps Off the top them baller hats Duckin on them smaller cats Poison be in all the raps Snitches, b**hes who be all up at your soul At your money, at your gold At your dreams, at your goals A n***a never fold cause he had to play his cards right Surely you would shine bright when you step in limelight Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin' It be bu*ter for my brothers never f** with English muffins Cousin, momma thought her son would be nothing Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something All he ever wanted was momma's sweet loving And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven Got these fiends buzzin' Lovin' all the brothers Save money like I'm serving sauce for the five bucks Throw them fives up Pay respect to my fam Save money be the clan Chicago be the land God damn How you cap them thoughts off the tree top Kept them f**ed up like an old pair of Reeboks Shout my n***a Reese, made them buckle at they knee socks One hit of quitters to the face, make them knees pop So please stop Don't do it It's off of the top, more often then not I'm battling cops In the studio strapped with my Glock And I be moving with the same money clan on the fly Till I die [Chorus] If you come from my home You'll probably catch me in the Wendy awesome suites With some really awesome sleep we be winning If you come from my home You know the ops on the rise, when we see 'em we say "f** 'em, Save Money still alive" If you come from my home You'll probably catch us on the train In the days, 20 deep, blowin' loud at the lanes Cops goes jealous [?] And you know [Caleb James] From the city with real gangsters where they head to the right Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe While all the town rappers coming, gotta tug on they ice But ain't no other city better, I put that on my life This for my n***as on the grind, with a jab in they sock For my n***a on the West Side, hugging the block Never been arrested but I have no love for a cop I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops So You gon' say no real n***a Boy, Ben had the bread before a deal n***a, you see I be chillin' with them ill n***as One call away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield n***a Hop, they go vanish Holding my cannon For n***as that up land Why I hope we out jamming Save Money, that's the family Know we do damage Five finger discount, you know they can't stand us like [Chance the Rapper] Mama mia, ooh, I'm a dreamer Burn up this Ferrari, turn up this patina Chance the Rapper, ooh, Chance le Rappeur I speak France, Jones my alma mater All that matters, mistakes and ladders Slick stakes and come ups, mixtapes and chatter IGH! Pause As I laughed the draft of my master Play it faster, faster Chance the rap master Faxing my tuxes Chooses my cla**es Drugs is my pa**ion (?) Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru Save monetary, my mama say roo-roo Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns I know your eyes heavy but rest when you're gone You say you save money, but say sunny n***a They saying they need you, you stay here, you lift them [Chorus] [Bridge] I'd, I'd probably Cobain if it wasn't for the Ave and the fellas If you come from my home Where all lil n***as got all them triggers, done all got bigger If you come from my home Then let 'em know you 'bout it Now give you from the shot, the what you see, see, see [Vic Mensa} From my block to your block From Hyde Park to Old Block From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots It be the smoke Glock Bring to the murder scene They see you make 'em come true They wanna come k** your dreams They pulling bangers on you Now tell me, what you gonna do? Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose Ain't too many options when they popping If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a problem I know our kid's a k**er like I'm rocking right beside him And the volley took my n***a Though the laws ain't never find him I'm down every day, if you don't risk it then you never finna get sh** I learned the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss with Teachers thought we was punks, after school we was the misfits Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some b**h sh** And all the teachers that said I'd never get sh** But you living proof, proof [Chorus} [Bridge]