Ymi - NoHomecoming Lyrics

Im a slave to my ambition dawg it's the weight of my pride
I could never let a bitch know just what I'm feeling inside

I realize for my teenage years that I was slowly flippin pies (as in baking and comically tossing baked pastries)

I had a couple jobs but I swear the hours were nothin high
And everytime I clocked in my creativity would cry
F*ck talkin to a manager i know I'll be one if I tried
It's why I been told em bye n got sum respect livin this life
Tell her ion trust no one so no we not finna cuddle
She asked me why n then I gave her my rebuttal (hear me out)
Don't do what I did, but if u are, u better be subtle
Cuz the broke bitches at the bottom will put a bullet hole up in ya jello
Yea the police are a worry but it's really the f*ckin ghetto
It's everyone for themselves they'll bust down ya door without a hello
Don't believe just cuz u rap or teach it make u special (not a chance)
They'll leave the scene covered with shells n sum tape thats black n yellow
U gon invade homes or trap cuz workin retail ain't gon get u da Camaro
But f*ck do I want that for, uk I want me a pair O'
Maybachs or perhaps sum Trackhawks n wrap it like it's a pharaoh
Then maybe wrap the Chrysler 300 like an espresso
Jimmy Hoffa cuz I keep my union paid n fed
We gon have a problem, put ya ass to sleep, tuck ya into bed
If u ain't beefin bout the money forget about the issue instead
U got bigger shit to focus on like keepin the money comin in
Got suspended in tha 4th grade for beating a kid wit my school book
Reflection of my surroundings lil me dealin with trauma that got me still shook
Smacked him with a journal n he shoved me I ain't even give a cool look
Pero nowadays im more worried bout what tf my crews took
Dressin like a soprano tonight im wearing my favorite polo
Even if the homies is with me im still in my head riding solo
Used to hotbox with 'em no bevies n munching on some pollo
The smoke in the car at the popeyes
Couldn't see shit outta my windows
Didn't go to the pep rally or no homecoming cuz im shooting movies
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Egodeath off sum chocolate gotta start grindin the shrooms into a smoothie
Ain't no point in f*ckin wit no hoes u won't see me wit groupies
Get to the mf money I already told u it's about the rupees
Ain't no resting until I'm sittin in a super yacht in my mothaf*ckin jacuzzis
Cuz that's what we dreamed off, comin straight outta the boonies