it feels good to be home i know you miss me i don t see any of these niggas fucking with me i m sure you don t either if so convince me shoutout to them big ole niggas who rollin with me still on papers fuck them papers boy that pole is with me and hold a 50 yeah i know the city ole 71st street the devil that birthed me to carry that 30 put yo ears to the streets you hear em beggin for mercy momma yo boys home parked the rolls in the middle of the war zone whoa whoa they shoulda never let me out the feds its gonna run you a 100 to get me out the bed instead of eatin they steady beefin without the bread meanwhile i m chasin green down til we out the red oh my this crown s heavy this throne s cold i made it back its been a long road agents pulled me over took me in my life was on hold told me they would let me go i tell em what they wanna know i told them bitches fuck you then i stared at em stone cold you get put under that pressure bet you gon fold million dollar deals down the drain i still got a name still got my integrity we know that ll never leave look these niggas scared of me they better be just let em be cross me like the letter t i m comin after u like the letter v i was tearin chicken folds on that rolls make it sit up like a suv you want it you gotta grind for it niggas out here dyin for it music need change yeah its time for it why not a crime lord me and ye put the city on before was twista before him was common and kellz man we owe them niggas now my youngstas holdin it down and i m rollin with em don t listen to these older niggas they just old and bitter you know who s with you when you down and they supposed to get up these niggas a turn they back and these hoes a switch up just keep on holdin us down boy i m rollin with ya don t listen to these older niggas they just old and bitter