Home Lyrics - Singles - Kami De Chukwu

Fuck 'em 

Beat 'em up, cuff 'em 

All up in that wagon where them boys done chucked 'em 

Chocolate, took a nigga wheels just for puffin' 

Locked them in the dungeon always left his tummy rumbling 

Mumbling 

Told him that he's seen better days 

The nightfall came, bet he dreamed of better ways 

And the thoughts on his mind always seemed to display 

A scene of dismay, on the screen bitches play 

Hard enough to never understand it's never over 

Sip that heavy liquor till you feelin' light all over 

Drop a couple tracks till them bitches barely know you 

And a bubble butt slaps trickin out for your quota 

Pimp always let his cup runneth over 

Sims tearin up when they hearts broken 

Him, never gave a fuck about all of that 

Money, fam, and music, man we hear to save all of that 

Save money baller raps 

Off the top them baller hats 

Duckin on them smaller cats 

Poison be in all the raps 

Snitches, bitches who be all up at your soul 

At your money, at your gold 

At your dreams, at your goals 

A nigga never fold cause he had to play his cards right 

Surely you would shine bright when you step in limelight 

Words of advice to my homies who be hustlin' 

It be butter for my brothers never fuck with English muffins 

Cousin, momma thought her son would be nothing 

Turned a bunch of nothing to a whole lot of something 

All he ever wanted was momma's sweet loving 

And a couple pies baked ready straight up out the oven 

Got these fiends buzzin' 

Lovin' all the brothers 

Save money like I'm serving sauce for the five bucks 

Throw them fives up 

Pay respect to my fam 

Save money be the clan 

Chicago be the land 

God damn 

How you cap them thoughts off the tree top 

Kept them fucked up like an old pair of Reeboks 

Shout my nigga Reese, made them buckle at they knee socks 

One hit of quitters to the face, make them knees pop 

So please stop 

Don't do it 

It's off of the top, more often then not 

I'm battling cops 

In the studio strapped with my Glock 

And I be moving with the same money clan on the fly 

Till I die 

[Chorus] 

If you come from my home 

You'll probably catch me in the Wendy awesome suites 

With some really awesome sleep we be winning 

If you come from my home 

You know the ops on the rise, when we see 'em we say "fuck 'em, Save Money still alive" 

If you come from my home 

You'll probably catch us on the train 

In the days, 20 deep, blowin' loud at the lanes 

Cops goes jealous [?] 

And you know 

[Caleb James] 

From the city with real gangsters where they head to the right 

Little kids on the corner selling crack for the pipe 

While all the town rappers coming, gotta tug on they ice 

But ain't no other city better, I put that on my life 

This for my niggas on the grind, with a jab in they sock 

For my nigga on the West Side, hugging the block 

Never been arrested but I have no love for a cop 

I had my hands on keyboards trying to be like my pops 

So 

You gon' say no real nigga 

Boy, Ben had the bread before a deal nigga, you see 

I be chillin' with them ill niggas 

One call away, we'll make you disappear like David Copperfield nigga 

Hop, they go vanish 

Holding my cannon 

For niggas that up land 

Why I hope we out jamming 

Save Money, that's the family 

Know we do damage 

Five finger discount, you know they can't stand us like 

[Chance the Rapper] 

Mama mia, ooh, I'm a dreamer 

Burn up this Ferrari, turn up this patina 

Chance the Rapper, ooh, Chance le Rappeur 

I speak France, Jones my alma mater 

All that matters, mistakes and ladders 

Slick stakes and come ups, mixtapes and chatter IGH! 

Pause 

As I laughed the draft of my master 

Play it faster, faster 

Chance the rap master 

Faxing my tuxes 

Chooses my classes 

Drugs is my passion (?) 

Kami de Chukwu, modern day guru 

Save monetary, my mama say roo-roo 

Roost in the morn, sing through the yawns 

I know your eyes heavy but rest when you're gone 

You say you save money, but say sunny nigga 

They saying they need you, you stay here, you lift them 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge] 

I'd, I'd probably Cobain if it wasn't for the Ave and the fellas 

If you come from my home 

Where all lil niggas got all them triggers, done all got bigger 

If you come from my home 

Then let 'em know you 'bout it 

Now give you from the shot, the what you see, see, see 

[Vic Mensa} 

From my block to your block 

From Hyde Park to Old Block 

From South Side to Oak Street to downtown to dope spots 

It be the smoke Glock 

Bring to the murder scene 

They see you make 'em come true 

They wanna come kill your dreams 

They pulling bangers on you 

Now tell me, what you gonna do? 

Either you fight or you run, you either win or you lose 

Ain't too many options when they popping 

If I'm gone before they run tell my son poppa was a problem 

I know our kid's a killer like I'm rocking right beside him 

And the volley took my nigga 

Though the laws ain't never find him 

I'm down every day, if you don't risk it then you never finna get shit 

I learned the bigger the road, the bigger the pot for you to piss with 

Teachers thought we was punks, after school we was the misfits 

Used to serve in the days, after school I did the dishes 

That the shout-out to my boss who fired me on some bitch shit 

And all the teachers that said I'd never get shit 

But you living proof, proof 

[Chorus} 

[Bridge]