HOME SWEET HOME

Yeah, you know, I'm back on the track with Cayden for the next album

You knew I was gonna show up anyways

Ayy, Home sweet home to the lago

I know a couple thousand streams ain't as far as I'll go

I know one day I'll be the head honcho

Lead bullets poppin out forty through the ponchos OPPs close so you better never keep yo eyes

closed

Me you one on one better get the iso, ice froze

Gotta Cuban lil skinny I don't like those uh

Gotta get the bands til my life chose up

Runnin round and dancing think I might throw up

Make a couple hits n drop em all I think I might blow up

Make a couple bands up Inna week think you show up

Sayin that I'm ass check the streams think I might go up

Hey hey to the LE

Loyal to my city I said you could never sell me

Check the check balance never dry you could tell me

Damn I miss the city been a minute since I felt me

Wait okay this the real me

Never let a bitch close you don't feel me

Never let a bitch hold you down it's concealing

Never trust a bitch w ya heart they deceiving

Tryna turn it up I'll raise the bar break the ceiling

Tryna make it big give em sumn to believe in

Love to all my north side bruddas intervening

Tryna put the city on the map ain't never leavin

Yeah, man, you know, I ain't never leavin' the city, man

I fuckin' love my city, man, Lake Elsinore

We gon' bring this shit out the mud (I gotta feeling their's gonna be a riot)

This was all the protection you needed

You win some, you lose some

But You live, you live to fight another day

Nigga, it feels so good to be goddamn home

Cayden Null returning to Lake Elsinore

I'm from the West Coast

I talk a lotta shit, it's coming from my chest though

And a nigga be cooking like Presto

She impressed by my tracks, but I'm tryna feel the breast though

Not having sex though

I'm joking, dawg, I've really grown up

Beat make me reminisce Alberhill, the suburb I throw up