Lancey Foux, Cultcaine - Home Aint Where It Hurts lyrics

What's your name funny guy? I'm Zayne
You're Zayne? Why don't you step
Out of my line, zayne?

Home ain't where it hurts
Fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans
Back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I
Had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag
I ain't ever going back to dirt

I don't eat where I shit
I don't meet where I miss
Out here risking your lisp
Take her with a tip, break her with a limp
Kill her dressed in pink
I'm black boy magic in 3-D
Take it off a trip no hoe touch my scar
I don't argue my attacks to drum
You can come to the pitch with a stick
Still can't match with the Lance
I dare you disturb me
I'm trying to get rich
Move from man it's a cap
Move from man it's a wrap
Cash on the hill with a Jill and a Jack
Me and Big Z going back to back

Home ain't where it hurts
Fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans
Back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I
Had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag
I ain't ever going back to dirt

Two-piece, Three-piece, Five-piece
Guaranteed dime piece, watch what
Your type is, tryna' track me and find me
Eenie-miney-mo ice
A lot of ice in my Styrofoam
Put the P in 'Price' all the way
Up so it can't go Geronimo
Put the E in 'Heist' get in there
Like snakes and eat that money first

Home ain't where it hurts
Fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans
Back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I
Had to back the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag
I ain't ever going back to dirt