Yeah, yeah, shout out to Grits the whole Miltown stand up

I know it's been a while, and I've

Been gone long, but I'm back now, and saying welcome home, almost didn't drop this shit

Till next year, but heck you waited all, yeah, I know it's been a while, and I've been gone

Long, but I'm back now, and saying welcome home, almost didn't drop this shit till next

Year, but heck you waited all too long, uh, I was chasing my dreams, but I was too slow

Stuck in the nosebleeds, the very last row, so now I'm running fast, trying to catch up

With y'all, but my own pace set the standards on living large, I learned a lot from my last

Album, I kinda blew it, but I ain't done duality, just a little truant, I think about everybody

I'm motivated from artists to beat makers, they all say I'm the greatest, I try not to

Complicate it, the feeling is so amazing, I'm soaking up all the hate, some of the haters

Related, you'd have thought a **** made it as long as a **** waited, sliced a hand off

Of Thanos, that gutlet is overrated, yeah, now every crystal is a headliner, throw the glove

Cause my bare hands a bedrock em, ain't your mama, I want the commas, I swear your honor

He was already twisted up when I found him, I know it's been a while, and I've been gone long

But I'm back now, and saying welcome home, almost didn't drop this shit till next year

But heck you waited all too, yeah, I know it's been a while, and I've been gone long

But I'm back now, and saying welcome home, almost didn't drop this shit till next year

But heck you waited all too long, uh, shout out to Mealtown, where I was born and raised

Low key they could drop a body a hundred ways, at the time I was spitting, promised to make a wave

Metaphors could pop a shatter of vertebrae, most of my homies locked up for getting smoked

I got the call from my mama, told me I had to go, headed to L.U, that's where the journey starts

I met Bam, my A1, that's from the start, I met Grits, Madison had some memories

Reese was pitting, so Sonny brought him to visit me, we started the pro, but making music was

Minor league, cause only Grits had the vision to see the Venice Leagues, rest of the pro was

Thuggin, dummy on every scene, and then they caught up with me and Chief with the D.O.C

Wasn't the way we planned it, **** feelin' abandoned, we lost touch

Lost Kim, shit was outlandish, I know it's been a while, and I've been gone long

But I'm back now, and saying welcome home, almost didn't drop this shit till next year

But hell, you waited on too long