My Way Home

Wifey in the kitchen makin’ jerk chicken
The money worse right now
But the perks different
I been makin’ peace home and the hurt distant
My anxiety hovers but I just flirt wit it
When you realize the emotions ain’t
You then you hurt different
Watchin’ thoughts on the river’s bank
How you doin’?
Yeah same piss, different lake
What I mean is mistakes
Get watered down easily the world is vast
Tryin stay updated on current facts
New York Times ask me to subscribe
That’s a certain past i need the info
But tired of payin’ for shit that
Feel part of the system’s tact
We all hypocrites with that
I’m back independent
What I’s goin through’s rose
Off formulas I invented
Never expected credit
But maybe just some trust that
What I's doin’ was pure
My tactics they got ahead with
Then used 'em to hit me over the head with
But I’m back with no grudges entered
I’m kinda done sayin I’m better
My work do that shit
I done proved everything except that I
Can get rich doin’ this
And by that actually prove that
This was my last agenda

So call pops and tell him
That I’m on my way home
Said call moms for dinner
Tell her keep my plate warm
Cause I ain’t finna play with
These fools no more
And I ain’t finna play by these rules no more
Lookin’ at the sun hit the river
I’m feelin’ like we won
They like "can son deliver?"
I’m feelin like we won already
Said I’m feelin like we won already

I’m rappin this in a voice memo
Cause I’m beefin with my parents and
My mic is at home
They say "When in Rome" but why
Am I never in Rome?
Why the waters I roam always feel unfamiliar?
But I’m becoming a man this year, I swear
Built my own land right here
My dearest fans and family
This letter to y’all
I solemnly swear that this
Dope will never withdraw
Said I’mma make it right
Visit vulnerability won’t stay
The night though i’m comin’ home to you
I’m comin’ home to you

So call pops and tell him
That I’m on my way home
Said call moms for dinner
Tell her keep my plate warm
Cause I ain’t finna play with
These fools no more
And I ain’t finna play by these rules no more
Lookin’ at the sun hit the river
I’m feelin’ like we won
They like "can son deliver?"
I’m feelin like we won already