Hook (2x):

I just came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't trying to sell drugs

I ain't trying to shoot

I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit

But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Verse 1:

Open day

Now you released

Peace

Back on the streets

You don't want no peace

Need a job or sumthin'

B-4 you start robbin sumthin'

Tryin to be made

Like you in the mob or sumthin'

Extracurricular

Activities swift

You can't

Hit the streets cuz these niggas'll snitch

Your P.O. a foul nigga

And he on ya ass

He wanna violate you

You ain't got no cash

You gotta see him every Tuesday

Before twelve

But fuck that you come late and he send you back

Peep this

One day you made up some shit

You told him

You was late cuz ya moms is sick

He said OK next time I send you away

You better piss in this cup

Get to urinate

You thought he a homo

So baliff analyze

He just turn around

And just pissed out your St. Ides

Then you mapped it, always got a chick attractive

Yo P.O., yo when I'm gonna be inactive

While I'm on weekly

Switch that up

I get a job soon

And you could stitch that up

I'm gon be a rapper

A-yo be real famous

Always on TV

Never sayin' lame shit

Give me some slack

A-yo plus the fact

A-yo I gotta job nigga

Yo I'm gon rap

Hook (2x):

I just came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't trying to sell drugs

I ain't trying to shoot

I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit

But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:

What up boo

Yeah what you mean why I ain't callin you collect

I'm home

Messing with me tonight?

What you mean Trump International

Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'

I ain't got no paper

Verse 2:

If you, want honey better have money

If you, want some ass better get some cash

Its like, when I came home life went too fast

When I, left the streets yo, I was the man

Now I'm comin back home, new face new fam

I got a beard, before I ain't had no hair

On my face, bitches diss me, on the regular

So what, I ain't got a haircut

No new sneakers, I got old ass Timbs

Goin' back to the hood

Playin ball on the same rims

Tellin' niggas I rhyme, let me shine

At block parties, yo at Lefrak Day

Ayo I'm real serious but sell drugs all day

Im gon get on, first track that I spit on

I'm gon lace it, smell me yo, and plus taste it

I get my shit upgraded, yours basic

Now that its on, my girl rock Louie Vuitton

Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Escada

Now that its on, it's like my chick gotta a lotta

Everything she's supposed to

She the only one that I'm close to

Other people is snakes

I got so much beef for these niggas and Jakes

Its like some of them real, but most of em fakes

Hook (2x):

I just came home

I ain't got no loot

I ain't trying to sell drugs

I ain't trying to shoot

I'm trying to be a good nigga even wearing a suit

But the only job I got, to make hot soup

Talk:

Yo yo yo yo yo, this is a story man

Bout a nigga comin' home man

He ain't tryin to hustle man nahimean

But a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean

A nigga still came out on top

Cuz he hustled, he sold his crack

But then he startin' sellin rap

And he's still doin that

Ya RAT BASTARDZ