Make It Home

I'm just tryna home
I'm just tryna put my people on and reach you through these songs I been bonded with this microphone I feel it knows it me best it's bout time I put myself first remind who the best give it everything I have and more I live with no regrets in the mirror to my current self I feel like I'm obsesssed horse blinders on this marathon the way I progress tented Benz I smoke away the sins I often self reflect on the high & lows and wicked road of tryna find success come correct on how I move next can't sacrifice a step picked up 80 in Dubai again & 40 in Quebec in the studio for hours end I feel I'm possessed

For the family tho
this shit get wild the streets are cold it's nothing grandiose nigha can't play like no hoe you know I'm trained to go that's on my soul these niggas can't fuck it me on granny bro.
don't you panic tho 


Ok Scotch on the cold rocks
life dealing road blocks
kids GPA's high
580  maybach
wifey all thick up
drinks at the rooftop high class nuance wit a Tom ford suit on what you on we will never fold like  no futon qurater million dollar play I came from cutting coupons white Porsche mustard seats the same color Dijon big dawg playground who fuck let in these peons 

blicky on my lap again
im cautions in this life of sin
I feel I got my second wind..im turnt
I done leveled up my group of friends
im shredded up wit glowing skin
even tho she got her body did she burnt
I ain't really got nun fa ya but some work don't you ever let yo blessing be a curse I'm out here on dat turf, I'm out here head first invest & set yo family up for 4 life is what I learnt