"Make It Home" lyrics

And my shorty, she know
Streets so cold, I look at the block as my home
And I up that pole on 'em niggas
Really tryna make it home
I had nothing to live for, just my niggas I'll kill for
Hit that lick, and we still on

Took off fast, just like Ricky Bobby, dawg
Traded on me with the Houston Rocket, dawg
Dog in the pound, Michael Vick
Gotta fight for freedom, just like Malcolm X

Probation hold, he can't catch a tech
He ain't fouling out he gone keep a tech
Like three letters VVS, yeah
I've been going hard, but they ain't seen my best yet

They ain't blinded they ain't seen my chest yet
Headshot I ain't hit a vest yet
They bet it on me—they know that's their best bet
Heart cold, cardiac arrest, yeah

He said it's smoke, but they had called off
Gorilla glue, so I can't fall off
I don't play with pigs I can't ball hog
Got it out the mud yeah, groundhog

Came 100 deep, but that's a round-off
Silencer on my gun, so it don't sound off
I feel like The Rock—I had to stand tall
I had crossed them niggas, but I wasn't playing ball

I'm like Floyd This might be my best hit
Taking niggas off, tryna get rich
I ain't playing safe I ain't taking pics, yeah
That's your girl, dawg I'd take your bitch, yeah

And my shorty, she know
Streets so cold, I look at the block as my home
And I up that pole on 'em niggas
Really tryna make it home
I had nothing to live for, just my niggas I'll kill for
Hit that lick, and we still on