ThankNeno - Home Lyrics

(I took off to the top)
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
(Imma tell you what I feel for real)
Yeah, I come from a place you don't make it out
I'm taking a chance, I took me a route
My pockets on wet I swear there's no drought
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what that shooter he talking about
Uh, uh, uh
See what these Niggas they talking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the city you don't make it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the city you don't make it out
Running that paper I'm running them bands
I'm trying get money wassup with ya mans
Stood ten toes I'm on land
Getting this money was all in the plan
I won't fold, I won't been
I was down bad, all to my ends
For my bro's they my kin
You a rat you offend
Supply my shooters with FN's
She a dime she a ten
Cartier by the lens
She a freak bring some friends

I come from a place you don't make it out
I'm taking a chance, I took me a route
My pockets on wet I swear there's no drought
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what that shooter he talking about
Uh, uh, uh
See what these Niggas they talking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the city you don't make it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh huh
Mmmm
Yeah I took off
Took off to the moon
I seen, the stars
I traveled the galaxy
And they up here trying live this life like it's a fantasy
Yeah (Slatt)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Running that paper, running that paper I'm running them bands
Getting that paper, paper a chaser
Running it aye, running it up
Running it up, up to the Satellite
Running it up, running it up
What is that bag like, what is that life
What is that life , what is that lime life
What is that
Yeah, sitting in the shine light
Yeah
Up in the bright light
Whipping it up, whipping it up
Getting that pack out
Shipping it out, shipping it out
What is that bout, go to the west end
Back to the north end, back to the south
Yeah, running that paper while you just running your mouth
Yeah, getting that paper
Imma big boss, big boss real nigga
Running that paper Im run an advance
Running that paper, I'm running them bands
Stacking up paper, I'm stacking them cans
Yeah, yeah
I did it I can
And that just real spill
How I feel and you gone deal with these racks
When I drop it on a f*ck nigga head
Im just really talking shit

Yeah, I come from a place you don't make it out
I'm taking a chance, I took me a route
My pockets on wet I swear there's no drought
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See what that shooter he talking about
Uh, uh, uh
See what these Niggas they talking about
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the city you don't make it out
Yeah, yeah, yeah