Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Home, artist - Obie Trice. Album song The Hangover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.08.2015
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
I'm Home |
| I know the world wanna see me humble |
| They want to see me broken down |
| No matter how they try, they try |
| I’m staying up way high, way high |
| Way up in the sky |
| Cause that’s my home |
| They say he wouldn’t make it |
| But that ain’t old make-up |
| Came from servin' fiends flavors |
| Until I got |
| Belly all full, nigga ate up |
| Not just the cheddar I pulled but the haters |
| Wanna see the raw flesh in the grave, it’s dangerous |
| And I ain’t Singapore, I’m a singer bitch |
| Singular, nina on the hip |
| Sittin' in the hood home, dreamin' while I flip |
| I could be anything, include being rich |
| Take 'em out the ghetto, move 'em to the sticks |
| Put 'em in the, let 'em know |
| O represented to the fullest |
| Even if it’s foolish or even if jewellery |
| boy came up from the sewage, bitch |
| I know the world wanna see me humble |
| They want to see me broken down, but |
| No matter how they try, they try |
| I’m staying up way high, way high |
| Way up in the sky |
| Cause that’s my home |
| Cold nights |
| Trice on the corner, rollin' white |
| Police wanna put me |
| In a holding cell after reading rights |
| They don’t know what I received in life |
| My reason for me to push inebriatin' vice to fiends, it’s like |
| By any means make it easier right? |
| When we come from dangling from trees at night |
| Yeah, now it’s Ibiza |
| Stamps on the visa because I’m an emcee |
| Something a beat does to Obie |
| I’m from the street, you should know me |
| The boy raised by the OG’s, sippin' old E |
| Now he sold out shows overseas so effortlessly |
| Eleanor we did it so elegantly |
| Know you’re smiling from heaven on me |
| I know the world wanna see me humble |
| They want to see me broken down, but |
| No matter how they try, they try |
| I’m staying up way high, way high |
| Way up in the sky |
| Cause that’s my home |
| I’m home but I was starving |
| I sold yayo now |
| I used to sling narcotics |
| Narks used to see me as a target |
| Now I’m in Bucharest, Budapest |
| We the arch of the triumph |
| Obie Trice not retirin', right now I’m hirin' |
| Long as your mind’s inspirin' |
| I know the world wanna see me humble |
| They want to see me broken down, but |
| No matter how they try, they try |
| I’m staying up way high, way high |
| Way up in the sky |
| Cause that’s my home |
| I know the world wanna see me humble |
| They want to see me broken down, but |
| No matter how they try, they try |
| I’m staying up way high, way high |
| Way up in the sky |
| Cause that’s my home |
| I’m up in the air baby. |
| You niggas just do whatever you wanna do or say |
| whatever you say about a nigga like me. |
| I’m up in the sky. |
| Yeah |