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