First Day Home

I juss came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

I juss came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

Open day, now you release

Peeps back on the streets

You don't want no peace

Need a job or sumthin'

Before you start robbin' sumthin'

Tryin' to be made

Like you in the mob or sumthin'

X-tra curicular activities swift

You can't hit the streets

‘Cuz dese niggas a snitch

See yo foul nigga

And he on yo ass

He wanna violate you

You ain't got no cash

You gotta see him every Tuesday

Before twelve

But fuck dat you come late

And he send you back

Peep dis

One day you made up some shit

You told him

You was late ‘cuz ya moms is sick

He said okay next time I send you away

You bettah piss in this cup

Get to urinate

You thought he a homo

So baliff analyze

He juss turn around

And juss pissed out your St. Ines

Reinact it always gotta take attractive

Ayo P.O. when I'm gon be inactive

While I'm on weekly

Switch that up

I get a job soon

You could stitch that up

I'm gon be a rapper

A-yo be real famous

Always on TV

Neva sayin' lame shit

Give me some slacc

A-yo plus the fact

A-yo I gotta job nigga

Yo I'm gon rap

juss came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

I juss came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

What up boo

Yeah, what you mean

I ain't callin' you, collect I'm home

You messin' wit me tonite

What you mean Trump International

Nah, I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'

I ain't got no paper

If you want honey, bettah have money

If you want some ass bettah get some cash

It's like when I came home life went too fast

When I left the streets, yo

I was the man

Now I'm comin' bacc home

New face, new fam

I gotta beard

Before I ain't had no hair

On my face

Used to diss me

On the regular

So what I ain't got a haircut

No new sneakas

I got old ass Tim's

Goin' bacc to the hood

Playin' ball on the same rims

Tellin' niggas I rhyme

Let me shyne

At block parties

o, I left right day

A-yo I'm real serious

Sell drugs all day

I'm gon get on

1st tracc that I spit on

I'm gon lace it

Smuther you and plus taste it

I get my shit upgraded

Yours race it

Now that it's on

My girl rocc

Louie Baton, Gucci

Bently, Prada, Escada

Now that it's on

It's like my chic gotta alota

Everything she's suppossed to

She the only one that I'm close to

Otha people is snakes

I got so much beef for these niggaz on Jakes

Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake

I juss came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

I juss came home

ain't got no loot

I ain't tryin' to sell drugs

I ain't tryin' to shoot

I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin' a suit

But the only job I got is to make hot soup

Yo yo, yo yo, dis a story man

‘Bout a nigga comin' home man

He ain't tryin' to hustle man, nahimean

But a nigga was forced to do that, nahimean

A nigga still came out on top

‘Cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc

But then he startin' sellin' rap

And he's still doin' that

Ya, rat bastardz