Home to Me Mozzy & Yhung T.O.
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[Intro]
(This is Jay P Bangz music)
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Shit ain't good every day (Good every day), in the hood every day
I had to change my ways to make a way (Make a way)
She know life ain't safe so she always call and say, "Come home to me" (Home to me)
But I be in the hood every day 'cause it feel like home to me (Home to me), home to me, oh
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Black harder tryna overcome the trap charges
The plug never showed us love, made me trap harder
Blew a baggage on these diamonds, real tap water
Check the rap sheet, much more than just a rap artist
I'm a gang terrorist target 'cause my current rank
They tried to call us contributors to the murder rate
Rest in peace Lena May, that's when I learned to pray (Amen)
Banging P's, Josh taught me how to work the K
Maurie-ay was like 11 loadin' thirty eights
Shoutout to Tammy, I was kneeling in that purple scrape
In the bounty catching fades, nigga, win or lose (Nigga, win or lose)
I'm jumping in 'cause I ain't finna watch my nigga lose
It's forever bulletproof, that's on the dead homies (Dead homies)
Black foreign, paper plates, blood, the feds on me
That's a automatic body when we catch homie
Told my bitch I'm on my way with purple spread for me, ayy
(This is Jay P Bangz music)
[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
Shit ain't good every day (Good every day), in the hood every day
I had to change my ways to make a way (Make a way)
She know life ain't safe so she always call and say, "Come home to me" (Home to me)
But I be in the hood every day 'cause it feel like home to me (Home to me), home to me, oh
[Verse 1: Mozzy]
Black harder tryna overcome the trap charges
The plug never showed us love, made me trap harder
Blew a baggage on these diamonds, real tap water
Check the rap sheet, much more than just a rap artist
I'm a gang terrorist target 'cause my current rank
They tried to call us contributors to the murder rate
Rest in peace Lena May, that's when I learned to pray (Amen)
Banging P's, Josh taught me how to work the K
Maurie-ay was like 11 loadin' thirty eights
Shoutout to Tammy, I was kneeling in that purple scrape
In the bounty catching fades, nigga, win or lose (Nigga, win or lose)
I'm jumping in 'cause I ain't finna watch my nigga lose
It's forever bulletproof, that's on the dead homies (Dead homies)
Black foreign, paper plates, blood, the feds on me
That's a automatic body when we catch homie
Told my bitch I'm on my way with purple spread for me, ayy
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