Make It Home

Hook:
This is for my youngin, won’t ever make it home
Posted under street lights standing all alone
Ran to the studio, I had to write this song
By the morning he’ll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)
This is for my youngin, won’t ever make it home
Posted under street lights standing all alone
Ran to the studio, I had to write this song
By the morning he’ll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)
My dog ain’t get to make it home
Racist waving flags, my youngins waving chrome
Niggas bangin on these streets you btter stay at home
Cuz who you gon call when that papr gone
We be on the paper route like we Dolph and them
Going codeine crazy but ain’t no cough in him
Hoodie on, dead face it ain’t no talk in him
That’s my dog, my dog ain’t got no walk in him
Shit, it’s a cold game
Mind so fucked up he forgot his own name
I swear it ain’t no coming out you in that zone mane
Lit a fire on that boy just like it’s propane, but that’s just old pain forreal
Hook:
This is for my youngin, won’t ever make it home
Posted under street lights standing all alone
Ran to the studio, I had to write this song
By the morning he’ll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)
This is for my youngin, won’t ever make it home
Posted under street lights standing all alone
Ran to the studio, I had to write this song
By the morning he’ll be gone (He'll be gone yeah)
Had a dream that you got hit up, new whip lit up
Momma yelling, «Get up», you ain’t never get up
If that ever happens, opps is getting slid up
23/1, read my books, do my sit ups
Do heaven got a ghetto? If so it’s lit
I doubt God want you lil niggas holding bricks
Until then we be posted up holding grips
We ain’t never have no problems to tell us shit
All my youngin do is trap
Spent his Christmas money on a Mac
And I ain’t talking bout no app
I’m talking bout some shit to put you on your back (back)