lone star

I'm coming home from the road

To my baby grand and our baby's grand

Whoa, what a life (what a life, what a life)

Full of stew and rice (ain't it nice?)

Ain't it nice, I mean?

I'm somebody's wildest dream

Miss me with your shit

We just slid to the crib

I can't dip so quick, aww

I hope you take offense

Keep on blowing up my celly

I don't give no shit, aww

I'm in the Lone Star

I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call

I'm in the Lone Star

I'm all good

She said I don't talk my shit enough, I gotta change that

Impostor syndrome? They impostoring me

How you got a dog inside you like Omega PsI Phi

But taking cues from dummies? Niggas in a poison ivy league

Me? I been on my tens since back when we was eating Morning Star

And waiting 'til it's Sunday just to turn on the TV or maybe?

Posting up in texas every summer like a border czar

I can see it vivid, August, 2015

Flawless days spent with Nate and Granny, pressing through the heat

Caught they funerals by grace of God, this music paying me

If I visit reverence for them, it go past a rest in peace

My reflection vile to me? I am still they wildest dream

Thanking them and all my context for strength and clarity

I know that the moments fleeting, but for now got planted feet

And today was almost Ice Cube, 1993

But a faintly cold nigga think he toe to toe with me

What the fuck?

Miss me with your shit (nigga)

We just slid to the crib

I can't dip so quick, aww

I hope you take offense (uh-huh)

Keep on blowing up my celly

I don't give no shit, aww

I'm in the Lone Star (uh-huh)

I don't wanna hear no fuckin' phone call (where we at, nigga?)

I'm in the Lone Star (uh)

I'm all good

I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)

I'm all good

I'm in the Lone Star

I'm all good (we all good, nigga)

I'm all good

I'm in the Lone Star (we all, uh)

I'm all good (I'm all good, nigga)

I'm all good (I'm all, uh)

I'm all good (we all, we)

We all good, nigga

I'm in the Lone Star