Zech Quinn - Coming Home

Other side don't fuck with me
They never get up with me
Aimin' at some heads
Head rusher, they don't buck with me
Tell em I'm coming home, coming home
Got the bag, I brought it home

I've been moving up
Nobody ever touching me
Tell your favorite artist
He can't go head to head with me
I might have to split him
If I catch em moving different
We don't chase no peons
That keep dancing out of rhythm
40 tucked beside me
He won't ever know what hit him
Women bugging up my phone
Now they're asking what had bit him
It's a shame
That your best years are behind you
MVP the first year
Now they never find you

Other side don't fuck with me
They never get up with me
Aimin' at some heads
Head rusher, they don't buck with me
Tell em I'm coming home, coming home
Got the bag, I brought it home

Other side don't fuck with me
They never get up with me
Aimin' at some heads
Head rusher, they don't buck with me
Tell em I'm coming home, coming home
Got the bag, I brought it home

Brought the bag home
Styling to the socks
Make him take one to the dome
Now he's never coming home, coming home
Ex girl hitting my phone
Knows I'm moving alone
Follows me around
Only wearing Versace cologne
Play her bad, bad
Like Atari, I'm into my zone
Got her going crazy
Knows the words to all of my songs
Look me in my eyes
Fuck the other side
We came up and they fell off
Now we're all ready to slide

Other side don't fuck with me
They never get up with me
Aimin' at some heads
Head rusher, they don't buck with me
Tell em I'm coming home, coming home
Got the bag, I brought it home

Other side don't fuck with me
They never get up with me
Aimin' at some heads
Head rusher, they don't buck with me
Tell em I'm coming home, coming home
Got the bag, I brought it home

Written by:
Zechariah Jones

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