Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - KlintDate of issue: 25.10.2020
Song language: English
Home |
| Fuck ‘em, beat ‘em up, cuff ‘em |
| All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked ‘em |
| Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin' |
| Locked him in a dungeon, always left his tummy rumblin, bubblin |
| Told him that he seen better days, the nightfall came but he dreamed a better |
| way |
| And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display |
| A scene of dismay on the screen that just play |
| All and all forever understand it’s never over |
| Sip that heavy liquor ‘til you feelin' light all over |
| Drop a couple tracks ‘til them bitches bending over |
| And a bubble butt slut’s tricking out for your quota |
| Pimp, always let his cup runneth over |
| Simps, tearing up when they hearts broken |
| Him, never gave a fuck about all of that |
| Money, fam, and music and we here to save all of that |
| Savemoney baller raps, off the top them baller hats, dunkin' on them smaller |
| cats, poised to be the raps |
| Snitches, bitches, who be all up at your soul |
| At your money, at your gold, at your dreams, at your goals |
| A nigga never fold, ‘cause he had to play his cards right |
| Surely you will shine bright when you step in limelight |
| Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin' |
| Every butter for my brothers, never fuck with English muffins, cousin |
| Mama thought her son would be nothing |
| Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something |
| All he ever wanted was Mama’s sweet loving |
| A couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven |
| Got these fiends buzzing, loving on the product |
| Savemoney like I’m serving sauce for the five buck |
| Throw them fives up, pay respect to my fam |
| Savemoney be the clan and Chicago be the land, God damn |
| How you count them thoughts off the treetops |
| Kept ‘em pumped up like an old pair of Reeboks |
| Shout my nigga Reese, make ‘em buckle at they knee socks |
| One hitter quitters to the face, make them knees pop |
| So please stop, don’t do it |
| It’s off of the top more often than not |
| I’m battling cops, in the studio strapped with my guys |
| And I be moving with the Savemoney clan on the fly, ‘til I die |
| If you come from my home |
| You’ll probably catch me in the Windy, off some Sweets and some Remy |
| I don’t sleep, we be winning |
| If you come from my home |
| You know the opps on the rise, when we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em |
| Savemoney still alive |
| If you come from my home |
| You’ll probably catch us on a train in a daze, 20 deep blowing loud at the lames |
| If you come from my home |
| Eyes scorched, jealous thoughts tryin' to derail us |
| From the city where real gangsters wear they hat to the right |
| Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe |
| Where out of town rappers come and gotta tuck in they ice |
| But ain’t no other city better, I put that on my life |
| This for my niggas on the grind with a jab in they sock |
| For my nigga on the west side, hugging the block |
| Never been arrested, but I have no love for a cop |
| I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops |
| So, you gon' say I ain’t no real nigga, boy |
| Been had the bread before deal nigga |
| You see, I be chilling with them ill niggas |
| One call away and make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga |
| Pop then go vanish, holding my cannon for niggas that up |
| I hope we out jam ‘em, Savemoney that’s the family, know we do damage |
| Five finger discount, you know they can’t stand us like |
| Mama mia, ooh I’m a dreamer, burn up this for Rod, turn up this for Tina |
| Chance the Rapper, ooh Chance le Rapper |
| I speak France, Jones my Alma Mater |
| All that matters is mistakes and ladders |
| Slick snakes and comeups, mixtapes and chatter |
| Igh, pause |
| As our laughter, draft up my master plan faster faster |
| Chance the rap master, Fax in my taxes, shows is my classes, drugs is my FAFSA |
| Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru |
| Save monetary, my mama say |
| Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns |
| I know your eyes heavy, but rest when you’re gone |
| You say you save money, but say sunny nigga |
| They saying they need you, you stay then you left em, Igh |
| If you come from my home |
| I’d probably Cobain if it wasn’t for the and the feelings |
| If you come from my home |
| We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers, done all got bigger |
| (If you come from my home) |
| Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga |
| If you from the Chi throw up your «C's» |
| From my block to your block, from Hyde Park to O Block |
| I’m southside to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots |
| Up in the smoke lot, up in the murder scene |
| They say you make ‘em come true, they wanna come kill your dreams |
| They pulling bangers on you, now tell me what you gon' do |
| Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose |
| There too many options where they poppin' If I’m gone before they was a problem |
| I know I kiss a killer like I’m rocking right beside him |
| In the fall they took my nigga, though the laws ain’t never find him |
| I’m dead every day, if don’t risk it then you never finna get shit |
| I learned the bigger the role, the bigger the pot that you done pissed with |
| Teachers thought we was punks, back in school we was the misfits |
| Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes |
| Shoutout to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit |
| And all the teachers who said I’d never get shit |