Lyrics Make It Home - Chip
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
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
have
the
pen
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
If
I
told
you
my
dream
at
14,
you'd
say
I'm
crazy
Lived
em
all
out
by
21,
you
have
to
rate
me
Praise
be
to
God,
the
boy
back
on
his
job
Dots,
even
I
forgot
who
I
was
Forgot
where
I'm
from,
forgot
that
I'm
loved
Trust
me,
you'll
be
surprised
what
wrong
company
does
In
and
out
of
deals,
you
wanna
see
my
lawyer
bill?
Now
I
just
wanna
build
my
own
company,
cuz
The
foundation
is
love,
and
I'm
starting
with
me
Sorry
kids,
I
can't
sign
you,
I'm
still
working
on
me
[?]
starting
again,
I've
gotta
snap
with
this
pen
So
if
you're
rapping
I'm
your
fucking
competition,
not
your
friend,
it's
not
the
end
But
I'm
cool,
still
give
a
man
a
hail
up
But
I
ain't
tryna
page
you,
I'm
just
tryna
fill
this
page
up
From
17,
I
had
my
cake
up
Hey
90s
babies,
you're
my
age,
step
your
game
up
These
rappers
tryna
play
[?]
Blow
my
own
trumpet,
I
could
have
your
girl
here
too
Switch
my
number
every
minute,
I
don't
need
these
calls
The
pressure
makes
diamonds,
I
don't
need
no
jewels
[?]
ain't
getting
caught
up
in
no
matrix
I'm
starting
new
chapters,
reading
old
pages
As
long
as
my
talent
turns
over
papers
It's
gonna
be
a
broke
motherfucker
hating
Young,
fly,
cool
shit
Smelling
like
a
victor,
so
miss
me
with
the
bullshit
Come
on,
someone's
gotta
rap
for
all
these
cool
kids
I'm
still
up
in
my
[?]
with
my
dargs
I
went
school
with
From
growing
pains,
yeah,
I
changed
loads
But
nigga,
you
ain't
know
Mrs
[?]
I'm
still
the
same
old,
with
your
same
old
Doing
the
same
old
You
see,
the
universe
is
real
If
what
you
give
to
it,
it
gives
back
to
you
I'm
looking
forward
to
my
next
five
years
Amen
Cuh
you
know
fear
kills
more
dreams
than
anything
And
that's
real
London
Boy
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