At Home prod. jaddy by Hometxwn Lyrics
[Verse 1]
0-8 to the 1-6 to the 0-6
Higher than a motherfuckin’ spaceship
Yeah I’m feeling lit, on this shit
On the track, I don’t back down
It’s hometxwn, keep it straight
Don’t mess up my name
Makin’ hits everyday
Conversations with the legends
I ressurect them
Not the people behind them
But the traditions
Just respect the culture
Stay away from the vultures
I don’t need no motherfuckin’ vouchers
Take the time to dissect my rhymes
Fuck a trap beat, my vocals carry it
Dig a grave for the beat, thеn I bury it
Aye, now, aye
So it's fuck you, I’m 1-2
Rappin' evеryday to take the pain away
Stop sayin’ I’m a fuckin’ genius
This is mental illness at it’s worst
Fuck a hook, here’s another verse
[Verse 2]
They don’t see what’s underneath
On the beat underneath the track
Keep it locked like the Rattpack
Kill other rappers, with a rat trap
Don’t need a gat in my backpack
Yeah I'm rhymin’ ain’t no timing
Fuck a metronome
Spittin’ off the dome
All the competition falling, just like Rome
Ima keep on ballin’
Til I hit the summit’
I never plummet
Yeah I run it
This ain’t no editing
All these little kids, meddling
I’m pedaling, on my pink bike
Take a hike
Just playin’, say sike
Keep it cool, mama she ain’t raise no fool
Shit they found us
Time to discuss, my street dreams
All the boys hate my schemes
I’ve been creeping through the seams
Yeah
[Outro]
This is poetic justice at it's fuckin' finest
0-8 to the 1-6 to the 0-6
Higher than a motherfuckin’ spaceship
Yeah I’m feeling lit, on this shit
On the track, I don’t back down
It’s hometxwn, keep it straight
Don’t mess up my name
Makin’ hits everyday
Conversations with the legends
I ressurect them
Not the people behind them
But the traditions
Just respect the culture
Stay away from the vultures
I don’t need no motherfuckin’ vouchers
Take the time to dissect my rhymes
Fuck a trap beat, my vocals carry it
Dig a grave for the beat, thеn I bury it
Aye, now, aye
So it's fuck you, I’m 1-2
Rappin' evеryday to take the pain away
Stop sayin’ I’m a fuckin’ genius
This is mental illness at it’s worst
Fuck a hook, here’s another verse
[Verse 2]
They don’t see what’s underneath
On the beat underneath the track
Keep it locked like the Rattpack
Kill other rappers, with a rat trap
Don’t need a gat in my backpack
Yeah I'm rhymin’ ain’t no timing
Fuck a metronome
Spittin’ off the dome
All the competition falling, just like Rome
Ima keep on ballin’
Til I hit the summit’
I never plummet
Yeah I run it
This ain’t no editing
All these little kids, meddling
I’m pedaling, on my pink bike
Take a hike
Just playin’, say sike
Keep it cool, mama she ain’t raise no fool
Shit they found us
Time to discuss, my street dreams
All the boys hate my schemes
I’ve been creeping through the seams
Yeah
[Outro]
This is poetic justice at it's fuckin' finest