Make It Home

I'm seein' colors

Long live my brother

You start hearing thunder

That mean them boys is comin

Gotta keep it on me

Cause ****, they want see me under

They be creeping on me

I'm tryna make it home through the summer, yeah

And I don't need no drama

We get lots of commas

Pop my shit, don't need no collar

My bitch better than a toddler

She got that work like she Rihanna

I ain't find nobody finer

And she lovin' that designer

She want Fendi, Louis, Prada

Chanel

Brodie yeah he locked behind the jail

Yeah he fighting life

Play with him, he let it rip

He not the fighting type

It be your own blood

That try to stab you with a knife

This shit get dangerous

I be trynna love, but that shit hard

that shit got pain in it

Treat the mic like therapy

I always talk my pain in it

Yeah, I had some squares up in my circle

Start rearranging it

Shoot my shot like Damian

100 mil, I'm claiming it

I can't lose, I'm made to win

Bitches flocking, get to mingling

I ain't do it, but was thinking it

Don't say you love me, then start faking it

Don't need no distractions

I'm locked in, I just keep chasing it

I'm seeing colors

Long live my brother

You start hearing thunder

That mean them boys is coming

Gotta keep it on me

Cause ****, they want see me under

They be creeping on me

I'm tryna make it home through the summer, yeah

Through the summer, yeah