Home Sweet Home

Yeah! Twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley

Shame on you hater this what the Lord sent me

Shit lately I've been practicin my gas face

'Cause that's what I'm a give 'em when they land in last place

Hand right by the hammer ain't too many niggas seein us

So they wanna take my gifts, 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth

My regular scent is piff, currency and Cashmere

You done drove your bitch away I told her she can crash here

Yeah, I'm countin paper like the cashier

Livin like I'm limited breathin like it's my last air

My boy in and out the box super stupid soldier

Told me if he can do it again he'd do it over

Poverty's King Cobra, squeeze ya life out

'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout

Come on these rappers ain't iced out, they just foolin niggas

Runnin 'round town fakers zirconian cubic niggas

UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame

I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain

Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same

Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained

Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted

I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it

Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from

Ain't no way around it, home sweet home

You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face

You'll probably turn into Smurfs with the time that you waste

Throughout history they've thrown shots at the greats

But I shoot back, the Lord ain't design me for hate

I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech

With the whole world watchin me turn the other cheek?

Never! So there's one left to die in the streets

cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach

Tried to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses

"True Hollywood Story," ghetto Todd Bridges

(Diff'rent Strokes), that nigga broke, this nigga rich

You only read about the cars that I paddle shift

You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with

Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this

White stones, black steel, cold chrome

The city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home

UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame

I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain

Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same

Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained

Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted

I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it

Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from

Ain't no way around it, home sweet home

Uh! Nigga see me when you see me shit I'm always seen

Off to Queens, magazines, pissy hallway scenes

Payin crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams

Fuck bein humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams

Drugs for the livin Henny pavement for the body

Crosses for the power ghetto bitches for the smiley

Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happenin?

Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson

Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps

Keep flirtin with death and get your horny ass clapped

Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out 'em

Bloody heads turn Timberland's to red bottoms

Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it

Carbon fiber through the spider playin rider music

Ain't no question of my resume I gotta prove it

Life’s a bitch and I get blow jobs recliner to it

UH! Only money matters in the game fuck the fame

I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain

Music like Heroin, leave you numb the same

Play me like I’m somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained

Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted

I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it

Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from

Ain't no way around it, home sweet home