Dv8 - I'm Home Lyrics

Uh, gotta start it off right
Uh, uh, ahem, ahem, yeah
DV8 bout to bring it back
Uh, listen honey I'm home, sorry I'm late
I tried to call but for the life of me I couldn't find my microphone
I'm on when I pop off my arm on a new chick
Her boyfriend, he don't want it, he don't even use it
So lose this attitude you got with me
I'm probably the only nigga doing it the way you want it done
Young, I'm nasty but not Nas
I'm God's son, Protajae
Yes, he got himself a gun
He spit rapid
Niggas amazed so they clapping too
Niggas think I'm new to this rap thing
Rapping before Adam and Eve had they seeds
And the apple picked didn't fall far from the tree. The leaves
Blow in the wind, I'm long winded
Middle of my verse I turned and Cain killed him
My Cane killed him
Coke, that is
I bubble it, cook it and that is what I wrote this with
Approach this kid with caution
Yellow tape surround him, found him bound to a mic
Crowd around him, his sound's infinite
His sound is bound to ignite
He fights to save his first crush
His love, his Juliet
Willing to get his hands stuffed in a glove that don't fit
Leave a nigga stiff
Walking with a stick
I always had that hip hop
You niggas thought it was a limp
There's more to come
Don't stop here
I'm 'bout to make it clear
DV8 in the motherf*cker building
Yeah