My Place

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You can just feel it From the flow, to the accent in the lyrics Feelin outcasted, I was scared & detached, I would fear it Forced to adapt in, project habitats fit to kill us Slave masters & prisions Storms poured cause cracks the ceiling Here I capture the vision, how we whipped in the back system Black babies left as bastards, section 8 but still swaggin Incarceration in masses, somehow we weave thru the maddess Don't care if it's weave or its natural to me it dont matter, lately I been Havin fantasies of Grammys Feed the family I need some mo for the posse let's up the ante Granny an amputee, cancer just struck my auntie She claim she can't breath but puff them cigarettes daily Bless her heart, we was livin in the livin room Couldn't keep a meal at home, cousins always stealing food Bro still boost, on the bus, but his kicks are cool Yeezy, yeezy, please make these affordable for niggas toooooo (You ain't got no Yeezys nigga?) My mama taught me respect, my city taught me finesse My cousin toaded a tec He'd leave his heater in bleachers & ball at the rec Try to play me or talk any foul shit I make call and you wet 2 from the line, 3 from the distance, I call it calling collect Call the connect, up for the shipment Shout to my plug in the west I hit the road on a mission Returned to my mother with checks But I admit that I missed it [Bridge] And when I'm gone I get a strong feelin Its that "I been away too long" feelin And when I'm gone I hope that home feel this Cause I need that Cause I be that (be that, be that, aye aye) You raised me right Watered me wiser Opened my mind up A loving fighter Sinful & rightious I'm from the Heights, yeah And all I wanna do is, give you praises and the truth is I don't know why I just want you to love me [Verse 2] I was bought up in a church round the corner from the parkway Found it hard to focus on jahova tryna make the preacher my fiancé (Beyoncé) I was tryna make beats while my niggas on the corner pitched Kanye Hard drive crashed I would dash to the ave and recorded by the Barclays I been handling the rock but I'm not quite own Wear the Crown on the head, whether ceaser or dreads, walk royal through the spots I rome With influence I create, and the moves that I make all my peers feel a lot like clones But the friends that make and the fans that I meet make the world feel a lot like home Feel a lot like Feel a lot like Damn, sheesh Home