AINT COMING BACK HOME

(Striker Radio)

Uh, oh-yeah (It’s my birthday, SJ got me workin’)

I'm ready or not, ****, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun

Opp **** killing each other, they losing they men

You know what they say: never turn on your homie

Ain't coming back home, it ain't shit for me there

You look at me wrong, you get popped twice

Scraped my knee in the trench, shooting dice with the men

If you loved me for real, why the fuck you ain't here?

Protecting my peoples, I got 'em forever

I'm fighting my thoughts, bitch, I'm tryna get better

Got my hand on my head, bitch, I'm thinking 'bout life

Freestyling in the streets, you don't care 'bout your life

I'm in love with the Tris—you get killed for a line

Bro know she a hoe; she keep showing them signs

I care 'bout my hood, gimme a car, I'ma do it for Blue

Man, after the hit, man, I'm gone to the stu

Take care of my folks, do this shit for my crew, fuck

When I catch me some Tris, bitch, I'm hitting the Dougie

Fuck all that shit, I got beef with my—

This shit gon' get right when I come back home

I'ma start my new life and switch up my drip

My life fucked up, but this shit getting fixed

You ain't even got a gun, but you deep in the mix

If rap going slow, I'ma start selling bricks

If that watch looking nice, bitch, I'm taking your kit

I'm rapping like shit, bitch, I'm doing my thing

Bro hang out the window, he really got aim

Lil Gil, that's my brother, we Taker and Kane

Just give me the money, I ain't geekin' for fame

I'm ready or not, ****, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun

Opp **** killing each other, they losing they men

You know what they say: never turn on your homie

Ain't coming back home, it ain't shit for me there

You look at me wrong, you get popped twice

Scraped my knee in the trench, shooting dice with the men

If you loved me for real, why the fuck you ain't here?