Homecoming (M-I Crooked Letta)

I missed homecoming, but I'm Coming home I was touching Road, I was turning stones

Trying to stack my paper to my Paper long Life's a, uh, at least She look like Muni

Long I need my money long, I Need my money long

I need my money long, I need my Money long I miss homecoming, But I'm coming home

I was touching road, I was turning Stones M-I, crooked letter, Crooked letter I

See see rappers perish, so I keep That pew-pew, ah

Just paper, I don't care what you Do, she She gon' throw it back like FUBU because

I am the man, and she on demand Like Hulu These chicken heads be Birds, boy, don't let

Them drive you cuckoo Just get Money and they follow, I lead More

Zumbafoo I try to stay low-key, Cause if not, they

Will haunt you No killer, but you Pushing, I might do what

I don't want to Might put a few Rounds in your square like

A lunchable Don't be lazy, boy, Don't you ever get too

Comfortable Niggas will recline Tour top back like Trump

Toupee when the wind blew When Blue, I sit and stare at pain Through

My window I realize days get Rough and they will tempt

You To do shit that ain't sensible, You flip like

6ix9ine, they cut your time like Ginsu You live by it, you die by It, your own sword'll kill you

It's power in the Tongue, boy, Your own words

Can heal you I could be a Masseuse and still wouldn't

Feel you We could be in the Fridge, I still wouldn't

Chill with you I don't wanna kick It with you skate

So nothing with your shawty Money over women, look, we be Steady mobbing

Look Everything was Gucci till Gucci dropped all

His artists, look All my friends are Dead, counting bands by

My lonely paper touching Trigger Clutching, ready to set it off like

Stoney M-I, crooked letter, Crooked letter, I, crooked

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Letter, I, crooked letter, crooked Letter, I, P-P, I, P-P, I, P-P, I, P-P, I

I missed homecoming, but I'm Coming home I was touching Road, I was turning stones

Just trying to stack my paper to My paper loan

Life's a, uh, at least you look like Muni Long