First Day Home

Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell drugs I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Verse 1: Open day Now you released Peace Back on the streets You don't want no peace Need a job or sumthin' B-4 you start robbin sumthin' Tryin to be made Like you in the mob or sumthin' Extracurricular Activities swift You can't Hit the streets cuz these niggas'll snitch Your P.O. a foul nigga And he on ya ass He wanna violate you You ain't got no cash You gotta see him every Tuesday Before twelve But fuck that you come late and he send you back Peep this One day you made up some shit You told him You was late cuz ya moms is sick He said OK next time I send you away You better piss in this cup Get to urinate You thought he a homo So baliff analyze He just turn around And just pissed out your St. Ides Then you mapped it, always got a chick attractive Yo P.O., yo when I'm gonna be inactive While I'm on weekly Switch that up I get a job soon And you could stitch that up I'm gon be a rapper A-yo be real famous Always on TV Never sayin' lame shit Give me some slack A-yo plus the fact A-yo I gotta job nigga Yo I'm gon rap Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell drugs I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Talk: What up boo Yeah what you mean why I ain't callin you collect I'm home Messing with me tonight? What you mean Trump International Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin' I ain't got no paper Verse 2: If you, want honey better have money If you, want some ass better get some cash Its like, when I came home life went too fast When I, left the streets yo, I was the man Now I'm comin back home, new face new fam I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair On my face, bitches diss me, on the regular So what, I ain't got a haircut No new sneakers, I got old ass Timbs Goin' back to the hood Playin ball on the same rims Tellin' niggas I rhyme, let me shine At block parties, yo at Lefrak Day Ayo I'm real serious but sell drugs all day Im gon get on, first track that I spit on I'm gon lace it, smell me yo, and plus taste it I get my shit upgraded, yours basic Now that its on, my girl rock Louie Vuitton Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada Now that its on, it's like my chick gotta a lotta Everything she's supposed to She the only one that I'm close to Other people is snakes I got so much beef for these niggas and Jakes Its like some of them real, but most of em fakes Hook (2x): I just came home I ain't got no loot I ain't trying to sell drugs I ain't trying to shoot I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit But the only job I got, to make hot soup Talk: Yo yo yo yo yo, this is a story man Bout a nigga comin' home man He ain't tryin to hustle man nahimean But a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean A nigga still came out on top Cuz he hustled, he sold his crack But then he startin' sellin rap And he's still doin that Ya RAT BASTARDZ