"Make It Home" lyrics
(feat. Project Pat)
[Juicy J:]
They be asking me, mane, why I be smoking so much weed all the time
Everyday I step out the house, mane, I be feeling like you never know, mane
Never know what can happen
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
Somebody set this [?] on fire
What the fuck is going on?
Got no time for bullshit
I'm just tryna make it home
Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down
I had to switch up the route
I go with [?]
Boy never had a doubt
Never pull up unannounced
We might pull them choppers
(We might pull them choppers)
I don't wanna have to do it
Push me and I gotta do it
But I rather rap 'cause I know you niggas is ratatouille
Everyday I wake up to the paper like I'm married to it
I might have to take my pinky ring and add some karats to it
I might shoot a movie 'bout my life, motion picture shit
Two hundred thou for a show, still repping Triple Six
Memphis, praying for me city, we need peace
All these years in the field, trade my Louis' in for cleats
Momma crying, it's a shame, it's filthy game
These young niggas shootin' them switches like they in Ukraine
YN caught a body, finally got his strike
In the courtroom he fainted, judge gave him life, damn
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
Somebody set this [?] on fire
What the fuck is going on?
Got no time for bullshit
I'm just tryna make it home
Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down
I had to switch up the route
I go with [?]
Boy never had a doubt
Never pull up unannounced
We might pull them choppers
(We might pull them choppers)
[Project Pat:]
A whole lot of money bring a whole lot of jealousy
[?] chop, that's a whole lot of felonies
They see you got the sauce, niggas try to steal your recipe
Toe tag and baggin' for whoever try to test a G
Memphis shit, Memphis shit, that cut throat Memphis shit
Country niggas gold teeth, diamonds we been with the shit
I get your bitch down to the room, nigga, it's a flick
If she pillowtalking 'bout your stash, nigga, it's a lick
Hoes acting childish, niggas out here wilding
Got them haters mad, they don't wanna see you smiling
Mane, what kind of shit is that? Praying your downfall
When a nigga [?] then they on you like a hound dog
Fake shit'll get you in the hole like a groundhog
Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all, found y'all
Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all
[Juicy J:]
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
They be asking me, mane, why I be smoking so much weed all the time
Everyday I step out the house, mane, I be feeling like you never know, mane
Never know what can happen
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
Somebody set this [?] on fire
What the fuck is going on?
Got no time for bullshit
I'm just tryna make it home
Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down
I had to switch up the route
I go with [?]
Boy never had a doubt
Never pull up unannounced
We might pull them choppers
(We might pull them choppers)
I don't wanna have to do it
Push me and I gotta do it
But I rather rap 'cause I know you niggas is ratatouille
Everyday I wake up to the paper like I'm married to it
I might have to take my pinky ring and add some karats to it
I might shoot a movie 'bout my life, motion picture shit
Two hundred thou for a show, still repping Triple Six
Memphis, praying for me city, we need peace
All these years in the field, trade my Louis' in for cleats
Momma crying, it's a shame, it's filthy game
These young niggas shootin' them switches like they in Ukraine
YN caught a body, finally got his strike
In the courtroom he fainted, judge gave him life, damn
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
Somebody set this [?] on fire
What the fuck is going on?
Got no time for bullshit
I'm just tryna make it home
Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down
I had to switch up the route
I go with [?]
Boy never had a doubt
Never pull up unannounced
We might pull them choppers
(We might pull them choppers)
[Project Pat:]
A whole lot of money bring a whole lot of jealousy
[?] chop, that's a whole lot of felonies
They see you got the sauce, niggas try to steal your recipe
Toe tag and baggin' for whoever try to test a G
Memphis shit, Memphis shit, that cut throat Memphis shit
Country niggas gold teeth, diamonds we been with the shit
I get your bitch down to the room, nigga, it's a flick
If she pillowtalking 'bout your stash, nigga, it's a lick
Hoes acting childish, niggas out here wilding
Got them haters mad, they don't wanna see you smiling
Mane, what kind of shit is that? Praying your downfall
When a nigga [?] then they on you like a hound dog
Fake shit'll get you in the hole like a groundhog
Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all, found y'all
Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all
[Juicy J:]
Steady dodging chickenheads
Dripping, I got duck sauce
I turned to a businessman
Street shit, had to cut it off
