i'm home

nigga

i'm from compton

i don't need no mothafuckin' pass

no stamp

no nothin'

i don't need a passport to come through the mothafuckin' 'hood

nigga

i got a gun and a bentley

what

yeah

throw on my levi's

throw on my hoodie

tie up my jordan's i'm ready for whatever

hit the block like bush

but i ain't no saint

i'm just a 'hood nigga who taught himself how to paint

pictures mothafucka

i'll show you how i went from rags to riches mothafucka

welcome to the block life

niggas on the block like

the boy hov can't tell me shit about the roc life

i started with powder

turned into hard rock

call it a cafe when the fiends here all block

we was just hustlin'

listenin' to scarface

throwin' back tall cans

lookin' out for marked vans

i used to do it for my mother

change the diapers on my sisters

clean the pumas for my brothers

mothafucka

if that's not 'hood

send a shot to my dome

wipe the wheels on the bentley

nigga and tell the 'hood i'm comin' home

i'm home

you know what it is

ready for the biz and i gotta do it big

i'm home

how many times are you alive if you ran these streets

so many times the streets kept calling me

i used to hit the block like a bat out of hell

with a blunt in my mouth and a pocket full of shells

somebody shot my older brother

give a fuck about a jail

give a fuck who outside

i don't care who tell

it was like that when we was just boys in the 'hood

nigger

fuck what you saw on boyz n the hood

this is real

feel my pain

feel my gun

grab it

and when we pull up on this corner

let 'em have it

you wanna know how it feel to kill

then grab my steal and peel at will

put the ski mask on

hop in the backseat

show 'em how to turn the block into a trackmeet

your honor i'm guilty

i'm a felon and i pack heat

fiends know my name cause game let the crack speak

if that's not 'hood send a shot to my dome

wipe the lamborghini down

nigga and tell the 'hood i'm coming home

what you think mo' fucka?

i'll let seventeen go before you blink mo' fucka

i'm a poetry racist

you know it's me instantly just off a couple of phrases

i'm seventeen years and pussy just stopped a bullet

pull these out of the wooly mammoth hoodie

i'm headed to the house

the land of ram

runnin' in niggas spots

drop your hands and the grams

drop everything you got from your pockets to your hands

when i was young we hit licks out of astro vans

when i was young the fox hillmar was alit

lick with aquafina flow

euprovina for pits

pup

a child to a hog

a cat to a dog

i'm a lion to these frogs

who's supplyin' raw

i'm feeling like martin luther king

it seems

and everything i visualized was just a dream

i'm headed home nigga