Lyrics Coming Home - Cam feat. Garrard & S33

Hip-Hop! My religion
Put God first before the verse, and will do this til the hearse
We're the best and the worst
And no need to rehearse
Let's get it in

Born, land of the free
Actually I'm down the street, clear view I see, opportunity
Really wasn't meant for me, life is but a dream is what they telling me
Nightmares
Reason why I'm here, it works my fears
Had to learn at a young age wasn't good with the basketball, drugs or the gun (Gun)
Gif or gab, so I grab the pen, digging deep within
Yeah you know, self-cleanse
Never cared about the limelight
I sit alone and write, twist one and take flight (Flight)
A long days, a long nights, practicing getting my flow tight
Knocking out the beat like Tyson with them cold rights
Stand firm on my words, extravagant immaculate giving the gift, deserve
The accolades
Bathe in the rhythm, hip hop's my religion
Heavens my motivation
Still give the rap world hell, blessings (Blessings)

Can you count my blessings? (Blessings)
No you cannot, not on top, cause I'm still making messes
Obsessive, talk about my ex so much
I've must've talked about her street she lived on I addressed it (Addressed it)
Get it? I been having to repeat my message
So many times like refreshing the feed for social me-dia
Livestream the murder that I just committed
What a way to come home, so unforgiven
A blatant contradiction of what I did (Did)
No it isn't cause I'm talking 'bout these beats I murder
On the surface, ain't nervous, you know cause my glove won't fit (Fit)
I'm at Perkins, drinking OJ with my waffle and butter (Butter)
From the gutter (Gutter)
Our religion is to write our feelings
If you don't believe, then get out my studio seeing
My dreams, pop up in my vision, the rear view mirror
Let me take it back more clearer (Uhuh clearer)
The light going through my grandma's window
Hear the crescendo of a car engine, then a pistol and my Nintendo
I was just playing the demo
But my life is like the campaign, of a Call of Duty game echoing
I gotta get going my constant regrets and fears, popping up when I look, in the mirror
I'm sitting as I stare at my friend in the eyes
Telling em, if you support me, when I die, will you be the one sobbing and crying?

I'm coming home to my family tree
Coming home to my family
I'm coming home to my family tree
Coming home to my family

Coming home to my family tree
Pick apart my reason to go off and now I see
Clearly

Everything that is destined to be
Don't play around with me if you want the "S33" "S-33"
No that's not my name it's See
Yeah yeah, yeah-yeah
See, I don't play around with nobody I just keep flowing
This is freestyle on the mic this is how it's going
How you doing baby, how you doing baby?
I'm coming home for the long, for the doing baby
What we doing baby
This how I'm doing baby
And I ain't play around, play around, play around baby-baby

I'm coming home to my family tree
Coming home to my family
I'm coming home to my family tree
Coming home to my family

Coming home to my family tree
Pick apart my reason to go off and now I see
Clearly
I'm coming home to my family tree
Coming home to my family