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Home (Explicit) - Berner
I can feel it in the air like bean said
Sh*t I'm already rich I don't need bread
Groupies back stage giving me head

Ex d-boy still roll real w**d here

Man I just wanna leave a legacy
Pass me the green I need some w**d with my hennessey

Ma I'm way too drunk to drive
But I gotchu on my mind good p**sy and it's mine boo

She works late night all the time
7 am barely home baby why you crying
White leather seats two z's I'mma sleep fine
Police behind me and I'm dirty f**k state time
High speeds for my strippers in the club
All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud
It's love b**ch

Now fire up that fly sh*t
09' no one beat my prices

With this bag I'm the nicest
Solid plug outta california boy that's priceless
They love me out in texas legend on the east coast
Everywhere I go windows down smell the w**d smoke

This the cookie man himself

Top shelf
Let the wax smell burn

I'm just tryna make it home

I pray to god I make it home
With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real

I'm just tryna make it home

Drunk textin' on my phone I'm gone
I pray to god I make it home

45 on my lap I ride alone and

I'm just tryna make it home
When I get to the crib I miss my kids here fam first
Drunk alone for the fifth year

I lost my wife she and my mom passed
It was rough still bay drug money in cuts
Then it's money in my cup
I'mma try and live it up but

I feel like givin' up
This one's for the dreams that came true for me

When I die smoke two for me

Gamble like my brother but I'm playing with my life

I got a thing for new ice
This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights

Drug dealer I love the city life

These four cars get cleaner every year

More death make it harder shed a tear rest in peace
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk drivin' on the road
Drunk textin' on my phone
Girl I never sleep alone and you know that

That pretty a** looks so fat

Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome
While I crack this fresh bottle of patron
I'm just glad I made it home
I'm just tryna make it home

I pray to god I make it home
With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real

I'm just tryna make it home

Drunk textin' on my phone I'm gone

I pray to god I make it home

45 on my lap I ride alone and

I'm just tryna make it home