Middlez - Homecoming

It feel like homecoming when I come home/
Cause I been far away for too long/
It's just like homecoming
Im coming home/
Cause I been far away, far too long/

Really starting to wonder if them dreams that I'm after/
Even really matter, it's like a nigga have to take steps backwards/
But I can't be where they really wanna have us/
So I cause havoc, Til I become what you a call a savage/
All the while man I developed habits/
Growing pain I'm filling up the glasses/
Gotta nigga clash'n like a young Cassius
Fight going on & in seen as an asset/
Trip'n no acid, no time to be passive, in seeking some passage/
I'm just tryna flip, gymnastics/
Whoa
Might as well go for gold, my brain is now in overload/
The lord a know, I'm on the road for all the glow/
I need results, say we suppose to be kings anyway/
Yo I can go any day, so I just can't sit and wait/
For any food to be brought to the plate/
Cause niggas are all for awfully late
To off ya all for the cake/
Crabs in a barrel, yard full of snakes/
World full of fakes, got em in ya circle ain't that safe/
Not one hunnit then we can not relate

Now I was born a king since a young'n I been on the scene/
Nightmares & dreams until I woke up with the cream/
Jump clean like my name jingling, sip'n lean, where the green/
Wax rolling string beans/
Remember when I use to have holes in my jeans/
Now I gotta try to keep these hoes out my jeans/
Gotta queen she my sweet thang, ain't nothing but a g thang/
We came, along way/
It's long live Duke all days always since a shawty, haters salty, y'all fake/
I can say it to ya face y'all Fugaz, think it's sweet like Kool-Aid/
We been up like 2 days, they compliment me like Touché/
You a water boy like Bobby Boucher/
I be kicking knowledge like Lupe Fiasco/
We got the rap game in a lasso/

She look at me like she wanna undress me/
No time for the stressing, thank god for the blessings/
Learn from mistakes, had to learn from my lessons/
I'm stacking that money like Tetris/
Want a verse for a bill no Cosby
Prolly
Say that you real claim that you real
If you gotta prove it don't mean that you trill/
I'm on a road to a mill (?)
Started from the basement now we in the lobby
Might hop in a Tesla, race in a Bugatti
I been in Jamaica smoking with the Rastas/
Chillin on a beach feeling like scarface/
Al Pacino with the pep talk,
In the kitchen water whip'n
Sprinkle (lacdose) looking like its bath salt/
Brother told me run them bands up
But my sister taught me out them hands up/
All about paper I don't need a neighbor /Smoking dope you can smell the flavors/
Sweet love like Anita Baker/
Reaching for the stars sitting on a spaceship/
In love with money I don't need relations/
Been a hunnit I can't to the fake'n/

I keep it real yea if you like it or don't/
And Ima say what I feel and imma do what they won't/
And Ima long way from home but it's all love when I'm gone/
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm home/

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