Tito Lopez - Homesick lyrics

rate me

Yeah, ti, to,

Get it get it

Nigga I got to get it, get it

I don’t know about you, get it, get it

I think I’m starting to feel it

What they call it? Homesick.

I’ve been going too long and home is my own bitch

She jump back on it and put my chest out,

Bank account don’t reflect it, but I’m respected as the best out,

No ask take your ass out, in as I progress out

I’m drinking and thinking of different ways to take my stress out,

There will be blood, I ain’t to strike all like Daniel,

I see my future in plain view.

How much more do I got to prove I’m about it?

We guess niggers they just get their money and count it.

Me, I got to keep a new verse in the pocket, no purse,

All time, no rehearsing and oh, yeah, no cursing.

God damn, who invented these unwritten rules?

Pinky fools who was never spitting hidden jewels

But me, I drop milestones with a smile on.

Abusing boys, shit in pedophile zone,

A calzone in the movie don’t make you my tie

And if it did, you niggas more like mile wives

They rob guys for years off in this rap game,

Even good and only be given the scraps, mate.

But niggas know I ain’t with that, man,

I shoot seven right at your snake guys like it’s a crab game.

Shot out my nigger big cap, main

And if you don’t know who that is, you can shut your fucking trap name.

Nigger, this is hip hop, your shit light weight

Find that in the gift shop and back in the store.

I’m from where they put your back to the floor,

Kids run around holding hammers and they ain’t acting like thor

Down south where the racism ain’t a new thing,

Running to the claim, man, me and Wu-Tang

And I’m sorry if I od-eed, but for real, sometimes in rhyme

I got to be as blunt as roll weed.

Yeah.

I feel like I’m the fucking greatest, the latest nigga was something that’s new

Most of these niggas think that rap it’s just something to do

Most of you bitches saying nigga ain’t nothing to you,

Until they own a TV and then they see you, it’s something to screw

All of this shit is by designing, it’s something I drew

My paint brushing favorite color, I’m fucking with blue.

You fucking with who? That’s ridiculous,

Like every nigga with a hoodie looking conspicuous.

These niggas’ tricking us, watching their own videos

Riding these cars and pretty hoes,

You’re flying private, ain’t that a story?

Being on the same plane with me, begging to use the lavatory.

I’m not the nigga you play as a joke

This ain’t just playing with fire, you’re playing with smoke.

That mean, even when the flames die, you get soaked

Imma still kill niggas, and see they get choked, motherfucker.

Get it, get it, nigga, I got to get it, get it

I don’t know about you, but I got to get it, get it,

Nigga, I got to get it, get it.

I know as much it’s true, got to get it, get it,

Nigga, I got to get it, get it.

I don’t know about you, but I got to get it, get it

Nigga, I got to get it, get it.