Prestige - Da Homies

They tell me, damn my dude, you all good now
You got your bachelors and made it out the hood now
So does that mean that I won't see you in the Wood now?
I'm the same G, get it understood now
I might wear a bow tie with a cardigan
But that don't mean that I don't touch shenanigans
Same foolie, same drink with the same fade
Now I got a different whip for every day
When I'm white collar I might pop some Chandon
But when I'm posted with the foolies yac is what I'm on
These rich people think they know me
Until I take them one day around the homies
When I'm in the hills I'm with Mercedes four door
When I'm posted on the Shaw I'm in a 64
Hop out and get it jumpin' like a sack race
I put this west up in your mouth, tell me how that taste
I'm sayin
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' bout the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies, oh
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' bout the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies, oh
Look, I never played the hand that this world tried to deal me
To try to take the hood about me you would have to kill me
So if a hater tried to press me I would keep it poised
But if my foolies see it they'll be makin' speaker noise
My senior year my professors was lovin' the kid
Because I exercise intelligence and spoke so eloquent
But they see me speakin' slang with the bro bro
And be like, what up P, what up Provo
From lil' tykes to old folks they all respect me
You writin' checks you can't cash so never check me
I walk a fine line between wine and Henny
So your girl knows I'm ratchet with a hint of classy
Speakin' to women I get the finest like they all were Zetas
This ain't a myth you second place like the letter beta
There's two sides to every coin, know that
But I keep it cleaner than the weightlifter with no tats, I told you that
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' bout the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies, oh
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' bout the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies, oh
I'm in the studio with the homie, he just got a call from his little brother, he down
And he told me, "take care of my bro man while I'm out, you a good dude"
Just got a call from the homie in the glass box
Had to say they'd rather keep my homies twisted like some locs
Or gang bangin' for a set with no clue on how to shake it
Puttin' locks on all our brains about time that we shake it
When they see a Black man go get liberated
It's only moments before they try to go eliminate him
I was once told that skin folk ain't always kinfolk
Niggas sell they soul just to keep from goin' dead broke
I don't consume all this garbage on the media
From people that never even seen an encyclopedia
My therapy is write rhymes off this champagne
And drowning out all these lies from this campaign
I'm sick of always choosing two lesser evils
Rather unite my people with shotties and Desert Eagles
Because we tired of gettin' shot at
If they take the guns, it's a knee where your neck at
I think that this the last year we gon' see the people being docile
Black America wants that get back, nigga
On the dead homies
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' about the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies, yeah
Oh-oh-oh-oh
You really think that you know me
But it's a different story when I'm with the family
Talkin' about the homies, yeah
When I'm with the homies
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah

Written by:
Mathieu Koontz

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