#HomeTeam

[Intro:] Yeah that’s right, It’s time, it’s time to bring it home We’re from the bottom, this is Home Team Crazy Hood [Verse 1:] I trouble youth, my mother use to pull her hair out We only play with toys when we let the guns air out Life was super stress, 15 and gray hairs on my chest “A” ball, triple B, no round pad on my desk Is just the way we raised in the county a day Lots of options, no distractions, choices never get made Money come,money go, fast as goal in your holes You can't walk a mile in my kicks, I burnt out the soles This ain’t nothing that you ain’t heard before Am just reiterating facts and that’s the style of the flow See ever since when I was a kid, I thought wouldn’t be shit I chose to bleed the city dry for everything I could get Say this to any body, have to to you to the class It’s 3 o’ 5 for the ignorant that can’t do the math Rock bottom on the map is where it’s at It’s in the gold shrine, stage second on the map mother fucker [Verse 2:] Yeah, black jack animal, blacks it's in tangible I was in the lane with Generino couldn’t stand the view Luther was indomable, Ricky was the boss They were wrong, raised as shooters and black dickies with the ho Last days of the gods of the streets of Oakland park Me and Chris rolled around pulled the whip, now it was on Now uncle Al passed, we still ain’t got passed that Some bitch shot him, boy I need a gas mask My homies smoke bunk, lungs blacker than a trash bag Losers lost their breath, I guess we got the last laugh Rope drop scar, trick daddy round the yard Thought Creener is his bro But my mother was superior, daddy saw fury bro Bottom of the map, Crippy sending my alterium [Verse 3:] Yeah, I’ll fight to the day that I die mother fucker Pulling the drivers in my mid teens Riding round with some riders, It wasn’t all that But god damn we were wilding, yeah I did some crimes with them But I ain’t really vibe with them, y’all know what time it is Take it every “ning nail”, they know where to just sell Through to school or not, you gonna fail if you have fraile Me a got a thick skin, hate a whole lot a shit Got fed up and then eventually started popping it Rocking like a mother fucker desparate as hell to get out of here But you cannot escape with this in your head I would run from it all, but am too confuse to move Had to sold my soul for powers i can't even use Lyrical soup, a soldier you talking about peace But i don't know what that is, am here to give them the big Rock bottom of the map is where it’s at Ever since I was a kid, you don’t believe that Them better rap [Verse 4:] Yeah, New things, same crew, ain’t shit change Still crazy, still hood, still my dead grave Still number one priority, get paid Still smoke OG just to think straight Been on a mission, niggas searching for a big play Never sell my soul, never will I switch lane Never game in and now I’m like a switchblade I survive being real, never bitch made Old blue jeans, fresh new Chris Jade Same flow, new lab on biscame Look out the window all i see is the triple lay I can’t believe this shit change in a big way Cannibal Heckler, back for the replay I need your fans to get my number one DJ The rock bottom of the map is where it’s at The rhythm of the fuckers is all it's at [Verse 5:] First of all, the county is dead, not wake And every time it breathes, it bleeds into my fursona...you hear? Every time am speaking you can put that on your momma I got two uncles; one Al, one Luke I pack a shoe that’ll shoot you over everything it distributes I can’t explain it to you, maybe it’s the weather dog Got these niggas wild out, rad for whatever dog Maybe it’s the way we live, maybe it’ the cheddar yow Got these niggas plotting, scheming, dying get it all We not in the mindframe, you all dig? I use to be a dog but now am a supreme being The shockra doctor, all I seeing Time lost, dick never wife and no European Fuck what you think? My third eye don’t blink I come through sipping the green drink Riding this until I style you legend or you’re a hero in this thing Speaking with long breath but it turn all bleek Speaking with long breadth but it turn all bleek [x2] [Verse 6:] From the get go, Mother Superia beneficial Well documented, spitting fire never been an issue For the king, if you’re gonna be it Put your money on this absolute on the rocks Straight from the rock, bottom of the map I put it on the map, I see these grafted cats don’t even know how to act What to do with that? You want us do with that? Before the bottom feeds us, know what to do with that It’s bonafide, 3 o’ 5 when I lace So lyrically, colossal from the land of the base Drop like a getaway, like the network on face Sees the beast with the feast, now open the floodgates Watch me gosh, got these chicken sandbag his face Gone to Boston with this grammar from Cali to Southdale From the undeniable, wet queen of the city Original bottom bitch, ain’t none a y’all fucking with me What? The undeniable queen of the city Original bottom bitch, they still can’t fuck with me, yeah That’s right man, y’all can’t fuck with us man Where from the bottom of the map M.I.A, 3 o’5, DJ EFN That’s right , it’s Crazy Hood mother fucker Crazy Hood, Crazy Hood Productions And we out