Home Sweet Home
Pusha T, Lloyd Banks
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Bless your name and I hear the general saying
We've just about got the city under control now
Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame when you haters, this what the Lord sent me
Lately I've been practicing my gas face
'Cause that's what I'ma give 'em when they land in last place
Came right by the, ain't too many seeing seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts
'Til I wrap 'em with the, my Russell is sentenced to this
Currency and cashmere
You done drove your drove your way, I told her she can crash here
Yeah, I'm counting paper like the cashier
Living like I'm limited, breathing like it's my last air
My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
Told me if he can do it again, he'd do it over
Poverty's king cobra, squeeze your life out
Consistent fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout
These rappers ain't iced out, they just fool
Running 'round town fakers with only your cubic arms
Only money matters in the game, pain to fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music lightning, we and them the same
Treat me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slain
Most hated, most doubted, that's what they shouted
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all y'all
'Cause walking where I'm from, ain't no way around it
Home sweet home
You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face
You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
Throughout history they've thrown shots at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech
With the whole world watching me turn the other cheek
Never, so there's one left to die in the streets
'Cause his long arms happened to connect with his reach
Tried to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
True Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
Different strokes that that broke this rich
You only read about the cars that I paddle shift
You only dream about the that I dabble with
Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this
White stones, black steel, cold chrome
The city's my doormat, them homes be home
Only money matters in the game, pain to fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music lightning, we and them the same
Treat me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slain
Most hated, most doubted, that's what they shouted
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all y'all
'Cause walking where I'm from, ain't no way around it
Home sweet home
See me when you see me, always seen
Off the Queens magazines, pissy always seems
Paying crowds, hunger streams, pressure crumbles teams
Me and humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
Drugs for the living, Henny pavement for the body
Crosses full of power, ghetto for the swaddy
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happening?
Competition got me on a rampage, Jackson
Part of my reaction to they corny raps
Keep flirting with death and get your horny clapped
Back from on me, rat-tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out him
Bloody heads from Timberlands to red bottoms
Fifty bottles just to start, now that's how you do it
Carbon fiber through the spider, playing rider music
Ain't no questioning my resume, I gotta prove it
Life's a bitch and I get blue, large boy, Connor's over
Only money matters in the game, pain to fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
Music lightning, we and them the same
Treat me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slain
Most hated, most doubted, that's what they shouted
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all y'all
'Cause walking where I'm from, ain't no way around it
Home sweet home