Homesick

Lyrics

[Verse One: Stik Figa] Live from the other side Recovered from stubborn pride It was love, at first sight Remember the butterflies Coupled with extreme loss From the streets where my brother died Walkin' on this hallowed ground Hear echoes where mothers cried Westside of The Top Where the grind never stops Life ain't gave us a lot So ain't no takin' a loss Can't abide by the law Duck and hide from the cops Conscious can't be your guide When you slide on the opps Modified four-fives Hustle on the front porches Stuck in the street Like statues in white Forces Relics of the mob Where loyalty's most important Dream on leanin' on Porsche's And trying to pay the mortgage Promised all the torment Your family in all black You sing to law enforcement Your notes are going to fall flat Hoop, sell crack or get a record contract Or put that metal to they face It spells DOOM in all caps [Chorus] I'm from a city that they never visit Where there's lines in the sand And some clear divisions Ridin' with a Katea thing And some ill intentions Behind five percent tint On a different mission Be cool, before they start blowing fans Cee Cool, before they start blowing fans Be cool, before they start blowing fans Cee Cool, before they start blowing fans [Verse Two: Ty Farris] First investment I made Was a deuce-deuce with a pearl handle In the spot while fiends burn samples And curl Camels I tell Siri call my ho And your girl answers Carolina J's match the throwback Earl Campbell This is excellence Prove my point to the pessimist In the land where the weapon spit Of course I rep the shit I go the extra inch To pass the flag with the checkered print But still will wave a gun To make sure niggas catch the drift From the eastside Where the suns smothered by black clouds Reality TV and diabetes in they background Right where the rats prowl And snakes slithering I stay militant Invest in land over dealerships Simple arithmetic A quarter got niggas thinking that they fifty cent No wonder the rich love to penny pinch Different mind frame Guess I'm here to provide game The underdog from Detroit Until the odds change [Chorus] I'm from a city that they never visit Where there's lines in the sand And some clear divisions Ridin' with a Katea thing And some ill intentions Behind five percent tint On a different mission Be cool, before they start blowing fans Cee Cool, before they start blowing fans Be cool, before they start blowing fans Cee Cool, before they start blowing fans