AINT COMING BACK HOME

Lyrics

[Intro] (Striker Radio) Uh, oh-yeah (It's my birthday, SJ got me workin') [Chorus] I'm ready or not, nigga, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun Opp niggas 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? [Verse] Protecting my peoples, I got 'em forevеr I'm fighting my thoughts, bitch, I'm tryna get better Got my hand on my hеad, 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 [Chorus] I'm ready or not, nigga, here I come, bitch, I ride with my gun Opp niggas 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?