Africa

Home Sweet Home Land I grew up in; land I was born Land I where I humbled and I left all my vanity 8 years later its Borderline Reality Where you ordered to be mad at me? If not then why you hating on my swagger, G? People talk about a true homecoming I'm a true African so you can't say nothing Let me talk about my fam’ Talk about the time mummy had me in her hands Now she gets to see son grown into a man Watch me as I climb that mountain plan I've been battered and bruised But I've come immune so I cannot lose I've been singing some blues directed at you And I'm coming home, ain't that the truth, nigga It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never have Yo, shout out to the homeland Left as a boy coming back as a grown man Come with the muscles and the hair on my face I don't watch no face so I'm putting on my Ray Bans I put ink on the slips But you'll never see me put ink on my skin I'm bout to get that bacon, feel bad for the pig Finna go H.A.M, nigga, finna go in You can see your own seeds Africa's the place that made me believe If you got one shot, that's all that you need If you put in the work then you shall succeed I haven't seen everybody in a while I'm going back to Africa for only one night They ask me “What the hell are you doing with your life?” I'm going back to Africa, so long, goodnight Let me talk about the plains You say I'm bananas then you're plantain And it hurt me when I got left by my main But she's an African, they're all insane I've been feeling that rage Watch me don a mask and turn into Bane Watch me down a Sparletta Down another Sparletta They saying "All that Sparletta’s damaging your brains" Victor shunned me about going on Rootz We're almost like family, He sees me as a yout’ He hasn't even seen what I can really do So this Dedication, I dedicate to you This city's trying to get me vexed Regular man are getting depressed But I'm an African and the thing about us This shit's nothing to homeland stress I guess I feel a little homesick I'm feeling like a king but you cannot overthrow this I got gold from Zimbabwe And I got Diamonds From Sierra Leone, bitch I got em cut in South Africa Copped a couple rings but I saw em like an amateur They gave me a grand but I got ripped off Like Africa United, it was all in Zim Bucks But I ain't pissed off That is the cheek that makes us unique We're a brand of our own that you can't rip off So white girls take that fake tan off Tina though needs to perm her weave Black girls always have white girl needs They're looking for a lion to treat em like a queen Of course I'm coming back but first I got to leave As-salamu alaykum homie You know it I'm the business