Home Lyrics - Hempire - Berner

I can feel it in the air like Bean said 

Shit, I'm already rich, I don't need bread 

Groupies back stage giving me head 

Ex D-boy still roll real weed here 

Man, I just wanna leave a legacy 

Pass me the green, I need some weed with my Hennessey 

Ma, I'm way too drunk to drive 

But I gotchu on my mind, good pussy and it's mine, boo 

She works late night, all the time 

7AM, barely home, baby why you crying 

White leather seats, two Z's, I'mma sleep fine 

Police behind me and I'm dirty, fuck state time 

High speeds, for my strippers in the club 

All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud 

It's love, bitch 

Now fire up that fly shit 

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 weed smoke 

This the Cookie man himself 

Top Shelf 

Let the wax smell burn 

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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 ass 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 

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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