MAKE IT HOME (INTRO) Lyrics

I don't gotta get back to it, cause I stay in mode

They can't see a nigga one-on-one, Gotta play a zone

U know how I roll, keep a roll, yeah that paper fold

I turn my scale on, and I get to weighin O's, making O's

A nigga girlfriend is my favorite hoe

Fuck niggas get to burning bridges, gotta pay the toll

Shit get drastic with the plastic, and I play with chrome

Got a glock, filled to the top, I gotta make it home

CEO, and I'm the artist, I just play my roles

Earned every dollar independent, had to save my soul

Tell these niggas I said I'm number one, better make a note

When it's all said and done they gon' say that A the Goat

Jealous ones still envy, but I'm focused on the Benji

Picture me rollin in the Bentley, Make trap music, still a MC

Do my own thing, fuck what's trendy, coming straight out of the Twenty

Fuck niggas bet not tempt me, I'ma squeeze it till it's empty

Feeling like Michael Corleone when he took command

How is you a stand up nigga, and you took the stand

Just like Thanksgiving dinner, I learned how to cook with grams

Multi-million dollar thoughts, I'm filling up my books with plans

Now you in a hole wit your label, cause you took advance

Did it on my own, learned how to hit every nook and cran

Lost my bet on Fanduel, damn, I shoulda took the Rams

A deal ain't confirmed unless I shook your hand

You poor, probably backdoor or jux your mans

How you gon' compete with my style, you always looking bland

Rely on no man, I wake up and push my brands

It got a laser, it ain't a taser, but it cook and scan

Jealous ones still envy, but I'm focused on the Benji

Picture me rollin in the Bentley, Make trap music, still a MC

Do my own thing, fuck what's trendy, coming straight out of the Twenty

Fuck nigga bet not tempt me, I'ma squeeze it till it's empty