Home Sweet Home (feat. Pusha T)

Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Shit, lately I've been practicing my gas face 'Cause that's what I'ma give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer, they ain't too many seeing us So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth My regular sense is piff, currency and cashmere You don't drove your bitch your way, I told her she can crash here Yeah, I'm counting people like the cashier Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier Told me if he can do it again, he'd do it over Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out 'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout These rappers ain't iced out, they just fooling Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic, niggas Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it They better have ya outdone 'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech With the whole world watching me, turn the other cheek Never, so there's one left to die in the streets 'Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses True Hollywood story, ghetto Todd Bridges Different strokes that nigga broke, this nigga reach You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the ho's that I dabble with Balcony views, like a postcard, imagine this White stones, black steel, cold chrome This city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it They better have ya outdone 'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm always seen Off the Queens magazines, pussy hallway scenes Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny paid me for the body Crosses for the power, ghetto bitches for the swiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening Competition got me on the rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red bottoms 50 bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playin' rider music Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it Life's a bitch and I get blow jobs while connin' to it Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin' Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it They better have ya outdone 'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home