[Hook]
Don't know if I'll make it back home
Don't know, make, make, make
Don't know if I'll make it back home
Don't know if I'll make it back home
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my generation know the power of my words
Couple threats got me rapping like this here my last verse
I'm like look at what it's come to
Fuck the world, I need to reason with my uncle
Shit, and my father cuh dem man, their heart clean
Sit up talking 'bout life and what it means
See, they in touch with the spirits I can't see
And they tell me they got me by any means
The angels are on my team, I've got a dream so I've got everything
Listen, let me tell you couple tings I never been
I've never been evil, never been bad-minded
My nigga, I don't even wish bad on bad-minded people
Clean-hearted kid, I say it loud, say it proud
Got a talent, never done nothing immoral for a pound
Gave more than I would thieve, always helping people out
Now I'm focusing on me, my good karma's coming round
I've been waiting on it, praying on it, staying up, saving on it
Boy into a fine young man, they know I've got it
Every man for himself on who shall I depend
Judgement day will not be you and your friend
I ghost and focus, get on my dizzy flow
I told Jazz I'll still be rapping when Izzy grow
I'm thinking back to Atlanta, now look how Iggy grown
That booty had me moving nervous in the studio
My fans want an album from me, I need hope first
I left Hustle Gang and came home, I had to soul search
And it's a blessing just to see who's still hollering
I'm on a journey, boy, you hating or you following
I'm preeing life like a chess board
A king should never sell his bishop out for no dead cause
Hibernating, tryna calculate who loves me
It's hard staying positive, the city's full of fuckery
Don't know if I'll make it back home
Don't know, make, make, make
Don't know if I'll make it back home
Don't know if I'll make it back home
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my generation know the power of my words
Couple threats got me rapping like this here my last verse
I'm like look at what it's come to
Fuck the world, I need to reason with my uncle
Shit, and my father cuh dem man, their heart clean
Sit up talking 'bout life and what it means
See, they in touch with the spirits I can't see
And they tell me they got me by any means
The angels are on my team, I've got a dream so I've got everything
Listen, let me tell you couple tings I never been
I've never been evil, never been bad-minded
My nigga, I don't even wish bad on bad-minded people
Clean-hearted kid, I say it loud, say it proud
Got a talent, never done nothing immoral for a pound
Gave more than I would thieve, always helping people out
Now I'm focusing on me, my good karma's coming round
I've been waiting on it, praying on it, staying up, saving on it
Boy into a fine young man, they know I've got it
Every man for himself on who shall I depend
Judgement day will not be you and your friend
I ghost and focus, get on my dizzy flow
I told Jazz I'll still be rapping when Izzy grow
I'm thinking back to Atlanta, now look how Iggy grown
That booty had me moving nervous in the studio
My fans want an album from me, I need hope first
I left Hustle Gang and came home, I had to soul search
And it's a blessing just to see who's still hollering
I'm on a journey, boy, you hating or you following
I'm preeing life like a chess board
A king should never sell his bishop out for no dead cause
Hibernating, tryna calculate who loves me
It's hard staying positive, the city's full of fuckery
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