SPK - First Day Home lyrics

Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell d** I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good n***a even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Verse 1: Open day Now you released Peace Back on the streets You don't want no peace Need a job or sumthin' B-4 you start robbin sumthin' Tryin to be made Like you in the mob or sumthin' Extracurricular Activities swift You can't Hit the streets cuz these n***as'll snitch Your P.O. a foul n***a And he on ya a** He wanna violate you You ain't got no cash You gotta see him every Tuesday Before twelve But f** that you come late and he send you back Peep this One day you made up some sh** You told him You was late cuz ya moms is sick He said OK next time I send you away You better piss in this cup Get to urinate You thought he a h*mo So baliff an*lyze He just turn around And just pissed out your St. Ides Then you mapped it, always got a chick attractive Yo P.O., yo when I'm gonna be inactive While I'm on weekly Switch that up I get a job soon And you could stitch that up I'm gon be a rapper A-yo be real famous Always on TV Never sayin' lame sh** Give me some slack A-yo plus the fact A-yo I gotta job n***a Yo I'm gon rap Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell d** I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good n***a even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Talk: What up boo Yeah what you mean why I ain't callin you collect I'm home Messing with me tonight? What you mean Trump International Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin' I ain't got no paper Verse 2: If you, want honey better have money If you, want some a** better get some cash Its like, when I came home life went too fast When I, left the streets yo, I was the man Now I'm comin back home, new face new fam I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair On my face, b**hes diss me, on the regular So what, I ain't got a haircut No new sneakers, I got old a** Timbs Goin' back to the hood Playin ball on the same rims Tellin' n***as I rhyme, let me shine At block parties, yo at Lefrak Day Ayo I'm real serious but sell d** all day Im gon get on, first track that I spit on I'm gon lace it, smell me yo, and plus taste it I get my sh** upgraded, yours basic Now that its on, my girl rock Louie Vuitton Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada Now that its on, it's like my chick gotta a lotta Everything she's supposed to She the only one that I'm close to Other people is snakes I got so much beef for these n***as and Jakes Its like some of them real, but most of em fakes Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell d** I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good n***a even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Talk: Yo yo yo yo yo, this is a story man Bout a n***a comin' home man He ain't tryin to hustle man nahimean But a n***a was forced 2 do that nahimean A n***a still came out on top Cuz he hustled, he sold his crack But then he startin' sellin rap And he's still doin that Ya RAT ba*tardZ