Zee (Zamani Ngidi) - Never Home lyrics

Never home main on my phone
Tell her I ain’t coming home
Told her if I get it imma get it on my own
I be on the grind
So you know I’m rarely home
I be in the streets
So the streets became my home
Ice make her cream, no cone
I be in the zone (yeah)
They tell me that they got me
But, I’m grinding on my own
Watch out for these niggas and these btches
They be creeping
When you where tryna make it
They were sleeping
I drop all my babies in her mouth
And then I’m leaving!
I’m gon’ share the bread at my table
Put my homies on if I’m able
Have these haters watching like it’s cable
Fake niggas
Do you like I’m Cain and you Abel
I can’t love no hoe
She just do it for the label
Fake niggas acting like we homies
Shawty said she love me
But she only left me lonely (yeah)
She just told me that I be
Her one and her only

I was on the grind by my lonely
Henny in my cup just to hold me
Imma keep it real
Keep it real for the homies
See I’m making bread
Now this shawty wanna blow me
Niggas wanna know me my Mama wanna hold me
Cause, I’m never home your girl on my phone
Tell that girl leave me alone
Enough of all these games shawty
Told you that we grown
You really thought I need you?
You was stupid!

Fuck it! Imma shoot my shot
No Cupid turn this shit around
Yeah I looped it two btches at the same time
Yeah I grouped it i don’t want no drama
Want the coochie gucci
Louis prada
Hit that btch good like piñata
Shawty look good like Rihanna
Rocking that designer looking can’t I find
Shawty gimme brain so I mind her
Asked me do I love her i said kinda
Shawty said she loves me but she lying!
I don’t fuck with shawty
Cause she wasting all my time
Asking can I see you but, I’m blind
Nah I’m just kidding
I’m just always on grind
Working til they scream
When they hear me on the line up grind up
Working til I'm signed up
Study get my mind up
You acting like a wrinkle
Well I’m finna get that iron up
Red dot lined up