Young Buck - Not Coming Home lyrics

Fatality I'm trying to get some money leave me alone hoe I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home) They begging and I'm gone (my bad) I'm running up them racks rubber band stacks and I'm blowing them strong Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I got back home Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I'm right back home [repeat] Dope dealer I can lose the money Get it right back and then bet it all f** it up while you cut it up Naw f** that I'd rather sell it raw Bought my hoes n rhymes over n***a Bought every bag over her shoulder n***a And you be thinking I'm tricking but she did everything that I told her n***a God damn it got the trap and it about to go and get I'm a loose cannon All the sh** I've been through n***a's looking at me like how is you standing I've been sleeping in the plug house Waking up and eating breakfast with them Taking weight to these fifty states All through the bottom of Texas with them The game cold I done lost loads I'll see you n***a's at the crossroads Right now I'm in boss mode but my young n***a's still toss hoes Crazy thing that I'm still cooking in the same trap since the snot nose Ask me how I'm doing this sh** truthfully I do not know but I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home) They begging and I'm gone (my bad) I'm running up them racks rubber band stacks and I'm blowing them strong Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I got back home Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I'm right back home [repeat] I got a trap queen that never left me She went with her right hand she a lefty She said we gone sell this dope until we get back on (let's get this money hoe) Get rich n***a get wealthy but that hating sh** it ain't healthy Cause I'm the king of this sh** I'm the back bone (don't you forget) Little n***a with no ice I'm gone shine bright I need no pics I need no life With no deal I had 18 wheels and I don't give a f** about yo price n***a you the reason that I ain't leaving got the pop love and I'm eating decent I ain't tripping go and blow your bag drop your top go and n***a go and lease it Y'all n***a's too rich for me I'm a break it down you know bone and pieces I been whipping with my left hand Man it's time for me to gone and freeze it I need me some more rubber bands I been counting while you n***a's been sleeping Buy this hoe anything she want this the reason me and my b**h beefing I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home) They begging and I'm gone (my bad) I'm running up them racks rubber band stacks and I'm blowing them strong Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I got back home Got sack and I'm in my zone Got a pack and I'm right back home [repeat] Woo what the f**