Shad, Cadence Weapon - Homie lyrics
[Shad, Cadence Weapon - Homie lyrics]
If your city isn't on the
Map – gotta make tracks
Like leave, and get love to take back
Those who can do those who
Can't gotta face facts
But, I don't talk about haters
Cause they hate that
Funny – I'm that dude based
Mostly out of suitcase
Arguing with airports about toothpaste
I'm not quoting the Quran with a vest on
And who the hell's ever made
A bomb out of Crest armed to the teeth
You owe me $599 dog
West Jet said let the head
Rest recline on them so I'm cooling out
Flying home through some cyclones
Over time zones
Sky shining like a rhinestone
Real diamond mind full of fine poems
Ya'll gotta dig when we dig, and then grind
These refined coals Call 'em gems
Call our friends when I land
Back in Van like "Dave!
What's your plan man?"
Mad international, Shad in the passenger
Seat, on the beat, it's a blast like Plaxico
Classical, panoramic scope, trans-Atlantic
You could grab a boat, but I take a plane
Take pains with everything I wrote, make
Sure it's sounding dope, instagram photos
Showing shows to the folks at home
And the span grows
Make rap prose, rent a van
Go and pack clothes
Play some rap shows, get some cash
Then go back home
From British to the district
I spit a sentence be there in an instant for
An instance so witness
Here for a good time, not a long time
With some good songs and it all rhymes
Alright pent up in the confines of a ride
Just to bust out
And share the confines of my mind
Yeah, Dirt City, real city I rep
Hit me up if you need a sublet, oh yes
Couple of MacBook bros making hot songs
Over Hotmail - T dot com
Back to the future kid with
The faster computer brain
Marty McShad is the username
Skratch, we can do your thing
Hang like a dookie chain master the craft
And laugh like it's pootie tang
Lo city rep flow gritty, plus so pretty
Shoulder shimmying in my videos
Like the old Diddy
Busy playing with me at my neighbours crib
Bring some whiskey they can sip
And stay a bit pray before I make the trip
Labels wouldn't check for the kid no babysit
Now every stage is like home
And I'm playing it
Hotel checkouts check out the passport
Miles on the dashboard
And that was just last tour
Now I'm back and I'm sitting
'till my back's sore
Back at the house you can catch
Me on the back porch
Map – gotta make tracks
Like leave, and get love to take back
Those who can do those who
Can't gotta face facts
But, I don't talk about haters
Cause they hate that
Funny – I'm that dude based
Mostly out of suitcase
Arguing with airports about toothpaste
I'm not quoting the Quran with a vest on
And who the hell's ever made
A bomb out of Crest armed to the teeth
You owe me $599 dog
West Jet said let the head
Rest recline on them so I'm cooling out
Flying home through some cyclones
Over time zones
Sky shining like a rhinestone
Real diamond mind full of fine poems
Ya'll gotta dig when we dig, and then grind
These refined coals Call 'em gems
Call our friends when I land
Back in Van like "Dave!
What's your plan man?"
Mad international, Shad in the passenger
Seat, on the beat, it's a blast like Plaxico
Classical, panoramic scope, trans-Atlantic
You could grab a boat, but I take a plane
Take pains with everything I wrote, make
Sure it's sounding dope, instagram photos
Showing shows to the folks at home
And the span grows
Make rap prose, rent a van
Go and pack clothes
Play some rap shows, get some cash
Then go back home
From British to the district
I spit a sentence be there in an instant for
An instance so witness
Here for a good time, not a long time
With some good songs and it all rhymes
Alright pent up in the confines of a ride
Just to bust out
And share the confines of my mind
Yeah, Dirt City, real city I rep
Hit me up if you need a sublet, oh yes
Couple of MacBook bros making hot songs
Over Hotmail - T dot com
Back to the future kid with
The faster computer brain
Marty McShad is the username
Skratch, we can do your thing
Hang like a dookie chain master the craft
And laugh like it's pootie tang
Lo city rep flow gritty, plus so pretty
Shoulder shimmying in my videos
Like the old Diddy
Busy playing with me at my neighbours crib
Bring some whiskey they can sip
And stay a bit pray before I make the trip
Labels wouldn't check for the kid no babysit
Now every stage is like home
And I'm playing it
Hotel checkouts check out the passport
Miles on the dashboard
And that was just last tour
Now I'm back and I'm sitting
'till my back's sore
Back at the house you can catch
Me on the back porch