[Intro]
Yeah
Proud of you, boy
See, what they don't know
We family
It's just us, baby
[Pre-Chorus]
Nigga, I'm in the zone
Coming home
They don't know
[Chorus]
I spray off whole clips
Play off old shit
'Cause they don't know (Yeah)
They was saying I wrote shit
Yeah, I wrote shit
They don't know
They was saying we hopeless
But we focused
'Cause I'm in the zone (Yeah)
Coming home
They don't know
[Verse 1]
Better get the molasses out your ass girl
Her money slowing but we live in a fast world
Bigga, gettin' money, he gotta fast car
I was sellin' dreams to my last girl (Dreams)
Hop in the Double R T, not a scratch
It's the third chauffeur this week
Scoop V.I.P, he on 139th St
Bag of Cheese Doodles, coconut Italian ices
Lil' Kill Bill, pop a chill pill
I can go on the Ave 'til this day and it's still real, but
You barley see me now, I'm too up
Maxi on TV now, black copped two trucks
Shorty was somethin' fine, Rollie another time
Rolled up another piece, snorted another line
Perfume Dior, CHANEL No. 9
Cold as the Artic Blast, temperature hundred-five
I can smell a deuce even when I ride
I tell the truth even when I lie
Nigga, we the proof even when I die
Three piece Armani suits, that nigga fly (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I spray off whole clips
Play off old shit
'Cause they don't know (Yeah)
They was saying I wrote shit
Yeah, I wrote shit
They don't know
They was saying we hopeless
But we focused
'Cause I'm in the zone (Yeah)
Coming home
They don't know
[Verse 2]
Added a new roof top, yeah
I'm the reincarnated 2Pac, yeah
Camilla Cabella, she on the radar
Continental GT, I gotta AR
Got 'em in the cheap seats, I gotta pay y'all
Jealous of EMG, they don't wanna play y'all
Gotta AK, I shoot deers
Run up on you like Shaka Zulu, nigga, I threw spears
Gotta figure that made me mad
Bitches is crazy bad
Fucking her dog style, finger in baby ass
See me, she wanna flirt, tease me, I wanna squirt you
Fuck and hook up a steak, Celli from Color Purple
Snoop had me sippin' Gin, it's a team effort
See, it don't matter who get the numbers as long as we get the win
Get to the money first, family I get 'em second
The bitches I get 'em last
When it's beef, I get the weapon (Oww)
[Chorus]
I spray off whole clips
Play off old shit
'Cause they don't know (Yeah)
They was saying I wrote shit
Yeah, I wrote shit
They don't know
They was saying we hopeless
But we focused
'Cause I'm in the zone (Yeah)
Coming home
They don't know
I spray off whole clips
Play off old shit
'Cause they don't know (Yeah)
They was saying I wrote shit
Yeah, I wrote shit
They don't know
They was saying we hopeless
But we focused
'Cause I'm in the zone (Yeah)
Coming home
They don't know
[Outro]
Yeah
We family
We Wingates, baby
Boss Don Biggavell
VIP
Color Purple
Yeah
We working hard
Aye, VIP man
Time to reap the fruits of your labor
Oh, yeah
It's EMG Music, baby
Yeah
I'm in the zone
They don't know
I'm coming home