Back Home (feat. Bankroll Freddie)

(Tre made this beat)

I ain’t gone lie them trenches got me scarred

But I learned a lot

Just like your first time on the stove

You gotta learn it’s hot

Every n**** I got round me felons but they go get a knot

Mouth stitched up it ain’t no telling when I show you the spot

Steppin’ behind me and my kind n**** right or wrong

My life a movie but ima’ stick to writing these songs

Told em’ his life bout to change

Don’t be ridin’ alone

Everybody get in position I’m finally on

(yeahh)

If everybody played they part and din’ debate with me

They would’ve never got replaced and could’ve stayed with me

My loyalty is sum that’s going in the grave with me

Can’t run to drugs as you can see it couldn’t save Whitney

Can’t run to drugs as you can see it couldn’t save Whitney

Er’ body sitting at yo table till they plate empty

Er’ body wanna hit yo blunt until they make it skimpy

Er’ body leaning on yo shoulder till they have you limping

My n**** p for real come seal a deal n**** shop

Bankroll got implants got em thinking it’s real or not

My n**** finally fed told em relocate from the block

Planted that shit in they head I preach to em like I’m pac

Like I’m pac

(Aye)

Hail Mary make that shit rain then evaporate

Shawty blow a n**** like a frag my lil soldier bae

Ask about my life yeah I got pride but I’m forever straight

I ain’t gone lie them trenches got me scarred

But I learned a lot

Just like your first time on the stove

You gotta learn it’s hot

Every n**** I got round me felons but they go get a knot

Mouth stitched up it ain’t no telling when I show you the spot

Steppin’ behind me and my kind n**** right or wrong

My life a movie but ima’ stick to writing these songs

Told em’ his life bout to change

Don’t be ridin’ alone

Everybody get in position I’m finally on

(yeahh)

I had six figures fo’ I ever seen a rap deal

My daddy 53 years old and sell crack still

Baby momma quit ha old job ya baby got a mill

Looking back at my whole life mane this shit give me chills

Been shot n**** and I been shot ain’t shit to brag about

Aye I’m the only one up out my state that made it

Tryna teach these youngins and my lil bro it’s a different route

But some don’t listen mane they really rather shoot it out

I ain’t no killer but don’t push me

And **** never play me like no pussy

And who you think you scaring with that woofin’

Big 9 up on my side I swear this bitch here is a fully

I drop a whole 30 swear to god when I pull it

I’m from Arkansas where n**** they don’t make it

He not no gangsta mane I swear that **** faking

Play if you want and ima send yo ass to satan

Pull up to yo crib and we gone leave that bitch vacant

I ain’t gone lie them trenches got me scarred

But I learned a lot

Just like your first time on the stove

You gotta learn it’s hot

Every n**** I got round me felons but they go get a knot

Mouth stitched up it ain’t no telling when I show you the spot

Steppin’ behind me and my kind n**** right or wrong

My life a movie but ima’ stick to writing these songs

Told em’ his life bout to change

Don’t be ridin’ alone

Everybody get in position I’m finally on

(yeahh)