"Crackin Home" lyrics

(Idea comin' for the 808)

Now let me tell you 'bout my master plan
Call my line whenever you can
Make them bucks and get rich and become the highest roller
Gotta count this bread and look over my shoulder
On the block seeing dopeboys in action
Motivated me to hustle and start rappin'
Slide by the hood, they slangin' white lady
I seen my first .45 and it kinda changed me
Thinkin' bout a 187 as a teenager
Commit a 201 and get rich later
The [?] is definitely a better way
Them boys, they open up shop, my homies love to slang
Know I wish that a nigga would
I keep shit trill the way a nigga should
Hop out the Benzo and ask what's goin' down
I keep my .45 tucked, I don't play around

Thug love, what's happenin', homie?
Don't be the buzzkill, let's get it crackin', homie
Thug love, they don't love us
Don't be the buzzkill, let's get it crackin', homie

Let's get it, uh (Crackin', homie, crackin', homie)
Let's get it (Crackin', homie)
Is she [?] or is she wit' this shit (Crackin', homie, crackin', homie)
In a low low just cruisin' (Crackin', homie, crackin', homie)
(Idea comin' for the 808)