Make It Home (feat. Project Pat)

They be askin' me, man, why I be smokin' so much weed all the time

Every day, I step out the house, man, I be feelin' like

You never know, man, never know what's gon' happen

Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce

I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off

Somebody set this city on fire, what the fuck is goin' on?

Got no time for bullshit, I'm just tryna make it home

Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down

I had to switch up the route, I go with my first mind

Boy, I never had a doubt, never pull up unannounced

We might pull them choppers out (yeah, yeah)

(We might pull them choppers out)

I don't wanna have to do it, push me and I gotta do it

But I rather rap 'cause I know you niggas is Ratatouille

Every day, I wake up to the paper like I'm married to it

I might have to take my pinky ring and add some carats to it

I might shoot a movie 'bout my life, motion picture shit

Two hundred thou' for a show, still reppin' Triple 6

Memphis, prayin' for my city, we need peace

All these years in the field, trade my Louis in for cleats

Mama cryin', it's a shame, it's a filthy game

These young niggas shootin' them switches like they in Ukraine

YN caught a body, finally got his stripe

In the courtroom, he fainted, judge gave him life, damn

Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce

I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off

Somebody set this city on fire, what the fuck is goin' on?

Got no time for bullshit, I'm just tryna make it home

Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down

I had to switch up the route, I go with my first mind

Boy, I never had a doubt, never pull up unannounced

We might pull them choppers out (we might pull them choppers out)

A whole lot of money bring a whole lot of jealousy

Let the chopper chop, that's a whole lot of felonies

They see you got the sauce, niggas try to steal your recipe

Toe taggin', baggin' for whoever try to test a G

Memphis shit, Memphis shit, that cutthroat Memphis shit

Country niggas, gold teeth, diamonds, we been with this shit

Or get your bitch down to the room, nigga, it's a flick

If she pillow talkin' 'bout your stash, nigga, it's a lick

Hoes actin' childish, niggas out here wildin'

Got them haters mad, they don't wanna see you smilin'

Man, what kind of shit is that? Prayin' for your downfall

When a nigga poppin' then they on you like a hound dog

Fake shit'll get you in the hole like a groundhog

Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all

Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all

Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce

I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off