4Hunnid - Home Run

You know what it is
I chase the bag real nigga chase a check
Independent got them racks i could by a vette
Keep the fake love from us we ain't into that
Cash in cardtonic lately ain't use the bank
And how I felt of course bitch nigga he a rat
Only got one side nigga is not a chess
You'd think am in the majors when I swing my gat
Grandaddy cup pour up drank straight like that
And imma get this paper
They can see how am coming in aswell
Count digits by my lonely ain't no going bad
Shit go boomerang still won't forget bout the mess
Bitch am screwed up the click when am off this meds
Bitch am screwed up the click when am off this meds
Learnt the game from G
Some nigga had no love for me
And I been tryna figure out how am down with the shit
Stayed crunk all time how I keep the heat
It was nothing but love when we up in mix
Now am out of reach sometimes it be hard to think
So I sip the pain locked the code on everything
Only rock with the members no extended clique
Turn my momma into some before I turn a bitch
Really tired of seeing pops working 9-5
Least worries about mine nigga really ain't got no dime
But look how am living now
Pray the shit got bigger now
Took some losses just to win real nigga staying down
My first lick was a ten I can't even tell
How nigga did is blood like he ain't got no flesh
Home run woke up mad nigga gutta keep the stash
Made my decision i never thought it wouldn't last
Made my decision i never thought it wouldn't last
Home run woke up mad nigga gutta keep the stash

Written by:
Afolabi Ridwan

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