Back Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Pack came in, dope showed up
 Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up
 Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up
 Count fucked up, house blown up
 Count fucked up, house blown up
 Fuckin with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah
 Nigga fuckin' with me it's a man down
 Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
 Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
 I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
 I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays)
 Get that yay, whip that yay
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
 So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
 So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out
 Got a cocaine wrist
 Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
 Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
 Say good Lord
 Got a cocaine wrist
 Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
 Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
 Say good Lord
 Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
 Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
 I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
 I look the police in their face, say crime pays
 Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
 I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
 You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me
 I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
 Bitch I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator
 I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo
 My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
 Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might, impregnate her
 I'm a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator
 Don't get popped with the flex and finesse
 Don't try my paper
 I spray niggas, straight till they can bless up
 Black activator
 My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator
 Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas it's man down
 Bitch I'm back on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
 I relapse on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out
 With a cocaine wrist
 Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
 Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
 Say good Lord
 Got a cocaine wrist
 Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch
 Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit
 Say good Lord
 Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways
 Seems like the money and the bitches in my way
 I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray
 I look the police in their face, say crime pays
 Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me
 I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
 You don't want to go to war with me
 I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up
 Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up