Home (feat. Elevator Jay)

Back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say back street roads where you taking me?

When the motherfucking sun goes down, street lights illuminate

Death toll accumulate

Underneath the bullets that would ricochet, my mind get to calculate

I was a hundred dollars shy of a bill that was due today

Probably gon' get fired, yesterday I was an hour late

Spent the hour trying to explain but they can't relate

When i'm just trying to fucking provide ****, for heavens sake

Never asked a **** for shit, and that's safe to say

See I got goals, and as long as I got goals to chase

I could give two fucks what they place today

Now i'm on the porch like a villain how a **** chill

Hit the town, catch a splinter when I grip the wheel

Porsche 911 feeling like I'm Bobby Phills

My mama probably somewhere praying that I make a mill

Lord willing, I be feeling like someday I wouldn't see these yours

Make 'em feel it

That's what Cole told me it's no limit

Like that Percy Miller Hornets jersey it's no limit

And, baby girl, I really hope you heard it

Back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say back street roads where you taking me?

When my motherfucking chevy came down, damn

Flatline, I'm gripping the Tec on four-eighty-five at 9

Sweating on my leather so I'm beaming on the seats

And gotta handle my business fast, twelve creeping for no reason

Please believe it, I'm thinking about the shit that never stops

I'm booming but I'm fuming, psyche voom it's like a Chevy block

Brain tired off a week of work, a **** just wanna chief some purp

Get shell and eat dessert

Records on right beside the lake

Cast artificial bait, think my wrists are to wait

I was unemployed had to make it shake

Like speakers bumping Miami Bass, get up and grind, find a play

Shit

I'm far from perfect but I'm filthy rich

Birthed on some fish 'n' grits

I'm full like a can of slicks

The oven hot I grabbed some mitts, cranked the knob to ninety-six

Bumping something southern bitch

The oven hot I grabbed some mitts, cranked the knob to ninety-six

Bumping something southern bitch

Back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say back street roads where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain't the place to be

Even when the love is gone I can't leave

But, baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can't dream?

I say  back street roads where you taking me?

As I walk through the valley

Lord free my mind

As I walk through the valley

Lord, free my soul

For I don't know which way to go

Lost my way down these back street roads

As I walk through the valley

Lord free my mind