Kami, VIC MENSA, Michael Anthony, Chance The Rapper, Caleb James - Home lyrics

Fuck ‘em, beat ‘em up, cuff ‘em
All up in that wagon where
Them boys done chucked ‘em
Chocolate, took a nigga wheels
Just for puffin’
Locked him in a dungeon, always
Left his tummy rumblin, bubblin
Told him that he seen better days
The nightfall came but he
Dreamed a better way
And the thoughts on his mind
Always seemed to display
A scene of dismay on the
Screen that just play
All and all forever understand
It’s never over
Sip that heavy liquor ‘til you
Feelin’ light all over
Drop a couple tracks ‘til
Them bitches bending over
And a bubble butt slut's tricking
Out for your quota
Pimp, always let his cup runneth over
Simps, tearing up when they hearts broken
Him, never gave a fuck about all of that
Money, fam
And music and we here to save all of that
Savemoney baller raps
Off the top them baller
Hats, dunkin’ on them smaller cats
Poised to be the raps
Snitches, bitches, who be all up at your soul
At your money, at your gold, at your dreams
At your goals a nigga never fold
‘cause he had to play his cards right
Surely you will shine bright when
You step in limelight
Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin’
Every butter for my brothers, never
Fuck with English muffins, cousin
Mama thought her son would be nothing
Turned a bunch of nothing to
A whole lot of something
All he ever wanted was Mama’s sweet loving
A couple pies baked ready straight
Up out the oven got these fiends buzzing
Loving on the product
Savemoney like I’m serving sauce
For the five buck
Throw them fives up, pay respect to my fam
Savemoney be the clan and
Chicago be the land, god damn
How you count them thoughts off the treetops
Kept ‘em pumped up like an
Old pair of Reeboks shout my nigga Reese
Make ‘em buckle at they knee socks
One hitter quitters to the face
Make them knees pop
So please, stop, don’t do it
It’s off of the top more often than not
I’m battling cops
In the studio strapped with my guys
And I be moving with the
Savemoney clan on the fly, ‘til I die
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch me in the Windy
Off some Sweets and some Remy
I don’t sleep, we be winning
If you come from my home
You know the opps on the rise
When we see ‘em we say fuck ‘em
Savemoney still alive
If you come from my home
You’ll probably catch us on a
Train in a daze
20 deep blowing loud at the lames
If you come from my home eyes scorched
Jealous thoughts tryin' to derail us

From the city where real gangsters wear
They hat to the right
Little kids on the corner selling
Crack for the pipe
Where out of town rappers come and
Gotta tuck in they ice
But ain’t no other city better
I put that on my life
This for my niggas on the grind
With a jab in they sock
For my nigga on the west side
Hugging the block never been arrested
But I have no love for a cop
I had my hands on keyboards trying
To be like my pops
So, you gon’ say I ain't no real nigga, boy
Been had the bread before deal nigga
You see, I be chilling with them ill niggas
One call away and make you
Disappear like David Copperfield nigga
Pop then go vanish
Holding my cannon for niggas that up
I hope we out jam ‘em
Savemoney that’s the family
Know we do damage five finger discount
You know they can’t stand us like

Mama mia, ooh I’m a dreamer
Burn up this for Rod, turn up this for Tina
Chance the Rapper, ooh Chance le Rapper
I speak France, Jones my Alma Mater
All that matters is mistakes and ladders
Slick snakes and comeups
Mixtapes and chatter igh, pause
As our laughter
Draft up my master plan faster faster
Chance the rap master, Fax in my
Taxes, shows is my classes
Drugs is my FAFSA
Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru
Save monetary, my mama say
Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns
I know your eyes heavy
But rest when you’re gone
You say you save money, but say sunny nigga
They saying they need you, you
Stay then you left em, igh

If you come from my home
I'd probably Cobain if it wasn't
For the and the feelings
If you come from my home

We’re all lil niggas, got all lil triggers
Done all got bigger
(If you come from my home)
Then let ‘em know you bout it nigga
If you from the Chi throw up your "C’s"

From my block to your block
From Hyde Park to O Block
I’m southside to Oak Street to
Downtown to dope spots
Up in the smoke lot, up in the murder scene
They say you make ‘em come true
They wanna come kill your dreams
They pulling bangers on you
Now tell me what you gon’ do
Either you fight or you run
You either win or you lose
There too many options where they poppin’ If
I’m gone before they was a problem
I know I kiss a killer like
I’m rocking right beside him
In the fall they took my nigga
Though the laws ain't never find him
I’m dead every day
If don't risk it then you
Never finna get shit
I learned the bigger the role
The bigger the pot that you done pissed with
Teachers thought we was punks
Back in school we was the misfit's
Used to serve in the days
After school I did the dishes
Shoutout to my boss who fired
Me on some bitch shit
And all the teachers who said
I’d never get shit