YFG FATSO - Come Home

[Intro](Darknet)[Instrumental]Yeah, look, look[Verse 1]I'm raw with the paper count, know how to stack this shit****, that's your ho, you the one claim her, you see me with her, her back be bentI don't do Xans, remember the shit that I need, tryin' not to relapse and shitI was in Cali, ain't nobody know, I went out with the bros, I was fuckin' my active bitchFeelin' like Sosa in '12, I'm drowsy as hell, tell 'em provide ActavisWe slide up like a snail, put shit on like nails, rap ****, but'll clap your shitI hate a thot ho gettin' too loose out her lips, I be ready to smack a bitchShoot first, ask shit later, his eyes rolled back, it's complete, we wrappin' shitOkay, slight fifty, that's on a bad day, trench shit, I grew up the bad wayI used to be outside hangin' in gangways, really didn't care what my dad sayHe was locked up really, so we had to talk through a phone, shit resulted in a bad caseLivin' life on the edge and I ain't wanna beg, had to hustle to make it the fast wayOkay, standin' outside on the block for a Glock and some J, fuck a cash dayThey kids look up to me, guess I'm an idol, don't drop out of school, take the math wayI committed myself, deleted my feelings too young, so in it the bad wayLighters flickin', the pastor just want us repentin', but we still sinnin' like every dayR.I.P. to the dead, it's a church day, funeral, nightmare, birthdaysGreen in my pocket three-sixty-five, Earth day, shake this bitch up, start earthquakesWe runnin' this ho like a game on the floor, I bet he won't step out on the turf wayI don't listen to many, it's all in my head and myself, but I'm clear on what Durk sayHe a dead bitch talkin', a dead bitch walkin', I bet he end up with a hearse play'Hursday, feel tight, clappin' shit up the worst way, now he lay up with a hearse dayTryna let a bitch breathe and don't stay on her back, she gon' take that lil' room, it's twerk spaceI ain't regrettin' shit, maybe they done forget how I get in this cup with a Smurk faceReal street ****, built up the rank, everybody know Go in the cityI got money in a safe, so do what I say, so I tell 'em reap out the cityGassin' him up, dissed us, **** died next day, how he went out, a beautiful killin'I had dude and them number, you wanna be real, I did not want the internet in itCrazy, I beef with internet bitchesYellin' on live, folks internet snitchin'Broad day, jumpin' out cars, strap clickin'Killin' opp hoes if they play 'cause they with itStrike mode, BLW missin'First **** dropped, "How you know?" I was with himI can't say a lot 'bout what happened on WinstonThat's dumb as fuck, might as well plea at a districtToo many opps, they're created players, switched blocks, I do not wanna kick it, I'm chillin'Stay have to watch every **** that come around hot, if you reach for my diamonds, trillyStill in the box, but I'm out with my ankle on lock, I guess they ain't that dumb, they feel itKill every opp, if your homie a rat, get him dropped, 88 don't indulge in snitchin'