Текст песни Homecoming King - J.SHEP

Nigga I wasn't on the ballet for all 4 years, in my high school career
When in reality I swear I'm looking better than all of my peers
Nah I'm playing
But fuck a homecoming king
I wanna be king of the green
Not the green that these niggas slanging to fiends
But the ones I get when ends meet
And come together
Ooh, that bar just dropped on yo head like the crown
I would like that back now
Y'all better back down, I'm real vicious
This shii harder to come across than in person visits, at the prison, with a killer
On the 574, I'm the best in this bitch
Say it with my chest in this bitch
Let me talk my shii
The teeth stay clean
I swear I need, a crest sponsorship
Fuck you talkin bout
A young brother dripping with the sauces now
Bring the L's out for yo losses now
Take you on a mental adventure
Mary poppins now
In my city best believe I'm popping out
Like loose bras on broads that saw a nigga grow and mature
But fuck them all cause they wasn't even sure
Until they seen me get this paper
And make my nouns do the verbs
Now she using pronouns
And I'm like where were, you when I was down bad
I done got it out the mud
Fuck a gang shii I put that on my blood, that I can turn you crip
If you throwing the ones
So don't be no bitch, put down the guns and use them fists
Saying ain't no one on ones
No wonder them niggas ran yo bitch
Homecoming I'm king
I hope in my city when I return it's celebratory, for me
Round over ding ding ding
I'm done cooking up, this culinary, schooling nigga
I school you niggas
Ironic cause with these lyrics I'm teaching better than my teachers did it
I can't wait to put on for my city and be like nobody else did this
Besides a few others in my circle
They holding back a virgil
But to be honest I'm more of an Urkel
I go Steph-on, just to step on, these bitches, I walk upon, the pond and you become son
I'm getting off topic now
Rap shii, fuck a school bitch
Put the pen to paper to get this paper
Just to splursh the shii
Ahh
Wait nah that's it
I just wanna do this till I see my MF DOOM, R.I.P
I be on my J.I.D, but everybody be like IDK heem
Cause they don't know me
But this a baby scale, I'm raining hell to all yo favorite rappers, and shii
I might be a midget to you Cole
But I spit it, for more than just numbers
Like I said I'm a do this shii until my final slumber
Feed you bars this yo final supper
I'm feeling super, duper, upper, upper-cut
This just a warning, if you running up
You running out of luck, like fuck
How many bars can come out of this brain
How many times y'all gone speak of my name in vane
Showing disrespect with every breath, like dang, mane
I feel the hate in every vein, of my body
I swear by now the fat lady should've sang...

Fuck it
I came, into this rap game, without a cent to my name
I stack my paper and I'm still struggling with mental strain
I try my best to hold it all in
I been going through some things
As much as I wanna live nowadays
I still wanna just end my pain in this day and age
I don't do drugs
Cause to be honest the numbness is a different form of pain
And why do that when all my feelings already stuck on oh well
Oh well, fuck them all if they wish for me to fall, when I prevail
I done came from out the dirt
Straight up out the soil
I done grew into a man, that sees everybody got limitations till they disloyal
All these double entendres
Slick off the tongue like oil
Don't put no flame to my shii
It's already fire
I defy, the muhfuckas that try to define
The energy in between my lines
So I'm gone say it one more time
Look me in my eyes

What's yours is mines, what's mines is yours
We all one kind