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Make It Home
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Make It Home was released on May 6, 2025 by FF Tez as a part of the album Forever Kash
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Release DateMay 6, 2025
LabelFF Tez
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FF Tez
FF Tez
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaime Gilliam
Jaime Gilliam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jaime Gilliam
Jaime Gilliam
Producer

Lyrics

I swear to God, these young **** trippin
They got all this money, man, all this dope, all these hoes, man
Still forget the main rule
It really ain't no point in all this shit, man
If you don't make it home
You gotta make it home, gang
Aye
You can't play with a **** like me, cause I'm valid
I did everything from the trap to the streets
**** want beef, Imma hop out and body
Ain't using his head, make a opp use his feet
Think he a demon, these 762
Make him vegan and change up the way that he eat
Diamonds, they freezing I fuck round and change up the season
You touch him, we'll leave you deceased
I done seen murder, you seen murder scenes
I done done shit while yo ass heard of thing's
Choppa so loud when I first heard it sing
Swing back the door, I can still hear the scream
AR so big, that bitch came with a sling
Shootout broad day I was only 15
Crazy ass life it ain't good ass it seem
It was so many nights, I kept having that dream
Swear to God, I can feel that I made it
I just made me a ten on vacation
You got killings then you gotta face it
Cause I only see red like a racist
My dog behind bars like some braces
Know my name on a whole lotta cases
Did a sweep, so we changed the location
And his killer in jail, and I hate it
What I'm finna do
We got choppas and ninas with rugers, too
I went body for body at 22
He a savage, but died, ****, anywho
I send bread to my killers, so free the crew
You can't come to my block, ****, who is you
Say you steppin fuck **** we do it too
Slept outside like a dog, I ain't need a roof
Bend that corner last squares, he ain't see the coupe
He ain't see the coupe
****, what you on
I'm on top of this beef like I'm Provolone
Can't be thinkin' shit sweet, I come at your home
Get to blowing shit down like a saxophone
I be thinking I'm right even when I'm wrong
She lost both of her babies, that lady strong
That raw beef got em kilt, never make a song
Only rule in this streets is to make it home
Written by: Jaime Gilliam
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