H.O.M.E.S - Can't Touch

Like August, I'm seasoned
I'm tactical round police and I got that TAC-50 for that heat
Your girl's flat as fuck, like she pita
Regardless, back it up on my penis
She fiendin', forget about the safety then
I only think straight when I'm on my M's, mathematics
My only friend was but an ATM, afraid of him
Packin' 16's, like my first name "M"
I watch 'em scream when the first case send
That's what I'll say when I A-team them
19 now, but I was 18 then
Movin' up
You was too slow
The way that I rap is so beautiful, uh
The way she throw back is so dutiful
Pull up in Escalade
You know that shit look like Abram's unit
I look at the stupid masses
Good luck to you, bitch
I'm your pastor
Servin' this sermon, I speak with a crassness
Thinkin' they want it, kickin' y'all asses
My skill, I hone it, but in the past tense
My melatonin made of your ashes
Y'all was never fuckin' with me in class
No, I don't fuck with you
Choke you with tassels
Graduated, high honours
She masticated my scholar
Turnin' medullas to food for nightcrawlers
I just sit back
Got a call from my doctor
He told to stop rippin' shit off my enemies
Colonoscopy your bitch for free
Bring her and give me 2 hours, or maybe 3
Then, when I'm done, I'ma charge a fee
Give me it fiscally, nothin' less
Me and my niggas, we 'bout to eat
And keep it a buck three with me, nigga

Can't touch me, nigga
'Cause I puff tree, nigga
In the front seat, nigga
Nah, you cannot hang with me
We hop out the Range with heat
I thought it was plain to see that we do not come from the East
We do not come from the West
We do not come from the North or South
We comin' from planets beyond your reach
Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga

We go way back and we stay 'round for that project, on that playground
The liftoff set, and we knew that with no tip-offs, with no offence
With those kids softer than box sets of toilet paper
Hot lunches in 6th grade
Us kids screamin' like Six Flags
Oh, that shit's sacred to me
That's the thing that we can't touch
Shit is all constantly changin', but I remember those fan clubs for Nintendo that I would go to
Lose myself without hands up
No reflection, so when I'm stressin' today, I tap into that plug
Yeah, yeah

Can't touch me, nigga
'Cause I puff tree, nigga
In the front seat, nigga
Nah, you cannot hang with me
We hop out the Range with heat
I thought it was plain to see that we do not come from the East
We do not come from the West
We do not come from the North or South
We comin' from planets beyond your reach
Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga
Can't touch me, nigga

Written by:
Isaiah Crowder, Walt Mudie

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