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Make It Home
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Make It Home wurde am 26. Dezember 2025 von Flip N' Stash Records/Finest Mgmt Corp als Teil des Albums Divine Times veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. Dezember 2025
LabelFlip N' Stash Records/Finest Mgmt Corp
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM80

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li63rty
Li63rty
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stéphanie François
Stéphanie François
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Muzique By BLOW
Muzique By BLOW
Co-Producer
Finest Mgmt Corp
Finest Mgmt Corp
Producer
Kc Alexander
Kc Alexander
Mastering Engineer
Finn Ominal
Finn Ominal
Executive Producer

Songtexte

(Finn Ominal)
Yea, feel that? (Wooo)
You ain't never felt nothing like this before, promise
Yea, I'm just tryna make it home
Keep me sharp, keep me grounded (yea)
Let no weapon formed ever catch me slipping
(You know what it feels like to live uninterrupted?)
Watch over my will (through God ****)
Protect my mind from doubt (I'm just tryna make it home)
My heart from cold, my soul from getting lost out here
Uninterrupted
Check it, I'm just tryna make it back, mind all on my route
Rental tinted, lookin' like a **** duckin' a drought
Phone tapped, had to pray with my right hand out (On God)
Other hand on the wheel, steering purpose fuck doubt (yea)
Hustle born from the belly where the hope don't live
But my faith too strong, I don't fold, I forgive
Still got demons in the rearview talkin' slick
But I'm lacing up my boots and I walk with the grip
Ten toes in the mud, still movin' with grace
Bible on the dash, money all up in my safe
Talkin' work, and I'm stretchin' out the scripture and weight
Gotta build off the pain if you tryna escape
My shooter read Psalms, he don't talk much
But he'll slide for the cause if the trust get touched
Used to pray just to eat, now I fast with my crew
Told the God, "If I make it, I'ma bring them too"
Purpose packed in the duffel next to the chrome
Ain't hustlin' for change, I'm tryna build home
They want clout, I want crowns, this a different zone
And I'm walkin' through the fire and my soul grown
I'm just tryna make it home (huh)
Duckin' the Feds and they statistics (yea)
D's chirpin' while I'm flippin' through they tablets (fuck 'em)
My faith heavy, got the word up in the jacket, hold up
They can't trap what God got planned, I'm past it
I'm just tryna make it home
Fuck all the funerals and jail calls
Get ya dogs off the corners, and put them up on thrones
My skin mocha, the mind gold I drip butter
Used to hustle young, never called on big brother
See, it's less 'bout your wallet, more 'bout your will
You could die with a bag and still be broke still (woo)
I ain't ask for the crown, I just stepped on the court
Now I'm somethin' like The Rucker when I'm talkin' my talk
They say what they say, broke minds run they mouth
And stackin' in silence, I let the numbers shout
They be cappin' for clicks, I was cookin' on plays
Took losses on them trips just to triple my ways
Seen homies turn ops just for digital wave
I'm corner store rich with residual faith
Yeah, this that Downtown Eastside gothic
Where the fiends nod slow and they scheme on tropics
I done risked flights just to move on logic
Then split the wins with my Queens & Prophets
Foot on the gas, I got it moving like it's nothin'
Still believe I can turn nothing into something
We dream in 3D, talk heavy, live subtle
The wrist flooded, but the iron on double
Finest
Written by: Darnell Pereira, Stéphanie François
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