Make It Home Lyrics - Anthony Hamilton

[Chorus] 

I ain't in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin 

A cat slippin, is a cat drippin 

Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin, the cat drippin, look in the mirror yous a fat kitten 

Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah 

[Verse 1 - Pusha T] 

All I wanted growing up was remote controls 

Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control 

Got ghetto corners choking slow 

Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh! 

This one's for my foes 

Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him! 

I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings 

It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto! 

A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket 

Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it 

I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah? 

Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye 

Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram 

Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well? 

These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+ 

Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 2 - Malice] 

They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve 

Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees 

Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve 

Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see 

Can't hide the truth, descendants of pain 

So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein 

My game weight grown, this is no fact 

When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome 

I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics 

Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards 

These are higher stakes, this is not average weight 

This is not pinching penny's bitch, this is carrot cake 

This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros 

They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow 

But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal' 

Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well" 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3 - Pusha T] 

They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors 

Nigga don't make me open yours 

Seen hearts beat through, open sores 

Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore 

Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit 

He who questions I is unfocused 

Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear 

Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push' 

[Malice] 

Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he? 

Who curse me, curse me? For doing me 

It hurts me so, puts me through changes 

So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!) 

Acts live, but only if you speak the language 

...And the rest is Comic View 

Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to? 

You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy! 

[Chorus]