Mark Battles, Dizzy Wright - Coming Home lyrics

Hey mama your son is coming home
Look like we made it on our own
At first it was a dream
And now it's looking set in stone
Never satisfied so I got to ask for more

Somebody asked me how I do it
More money more problems
I remember the days when that
Shit used to sound stupid but now I get it
We was painting pictures with raps but man
I was worried about being evicted
Made some money and celebrated and now
They say we acting different
Y'all feeling the pressure I swear
I barely noticed it
I'm smoking but I'm always focusing
Cause living well is the best revenge
Positive rapper somebody going to
Tell my mama that
I struggled all my life look at me now
What kind of crime is that?

My rap confessions I'm asking
Questions to adolescents
They mad obsessive I'm trying to
Shield them from pressure
Life in these lines I put
My passion in every letter
We doing fine but soul intentions
To make it better
Clever, I'm so focused on ending goal
Waited around for a while now it's
Time to bring it home
And you can quit with the cheer
Leading and just bring it on
Kicked in the door and now my
City want to sing along
Hello I'm from the gutter like I'm Donatelo
And speeding through the greens refusing to
Catch a yellow hell no
Yeah we got it but I need more
Can't stop me with a detour
I got to get my team more