Coming Home

This can't be real Mayday, mayday, mayday! N9815L, I'm in trouble Mayday, mayday, mayday! If I take my time with this, it could work out 'Til we reach the sunlight Call up my phone, but I ain't ever comin' home (I have no idea where I'm going) I died in a gunfight (I'm going to crash, mayday, mayday, mayday!) Out here in these streets, the way this shit be going, need more than one life And the way these bitches goin', I got more than one type I'm still thinkin' 'bout K-Low, I'll see him in the next life I'm still thinkin' 'bout Capo, I'ma see him in the next life It ain't nothin' these niggas can do that's gon' make that shit right These niggas be charging their homies to the game Didn't make that shit right You charge your homie to the game for the fame That shit don't sit right (Shit don't sit right) That shit don't sit right You say my name, I send a BH, you know you gon' get zipped, right? Payed henchman, that's a PH, he gon' flip the clip like, "Prttt" And that's it, that's the last— That's all you'll really hear, for real Here you go, prttt Hop out the box and this bit' it go, "Prttt" AP on JPG, bitch it go, "Brttt" Hermes and Louis V, bitch it go, "Frttt" Vivi on, Vivi on, Vivi on double B, bitch it go, "Frttt" Double C, double C, double C on my pillow it got Cs on it If I say I love you, you can lean on me (Lean on me) What I'm really sayin', trust me, put the whole thing on me I'ma bust a nigga if he swing on you Big Blue, yeah you mean homie I got two blicks finna sting homie 'Cause I love you to death Nigga, you had me fucked up when you left Thought that we was boys, now it's time to step Felt a lil' way for you inside, there's nothin' left That's on 5L Ayy, ayy, uh Ain't nothin' to tell I gave too much time into all that shit, at the end we failed Fool'nem still be lyin' about that shit but bro not here Old house still like a culture shock when you just left Beverly Hills I got the white fans and they'll post the Glock, but the black ones know it's there I got a best friend ho, I wanna post her Fuck, let somebody get in my air And that shit don't sit right I told my favorite that that shit was lame, bitch, you hope I forget, right? I pop a Xan for Kat, red for Papin', know Boogie might not like it And that shit don't sit right Yo' momma call my phone at midnight My son used to call me a vampire I been up, but I ain't seen daylight In the GLE, three days geeked Twin wake me up at the red light Know Boogie still with me all through the dark And I still can't sleep 'cause I want shit I'm a street nigga 'cause I got a big heart Everything kinda feel like an accident Put the camera on you, and it's your part Damn, on top of that, she still nag me Said, "Take the first flight back to New York" I just cut her off 'cause she got a big heart, uh And that shit don't sit right, uh She upped the score because we play for keeps She wanna be right And to her that sit right That shit don't sit right