Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me) Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

I just text my main chick (main) I told her I ain't coming home (home) Hm, 4Hunnid, oh yeah, oh yeah You know, sounds, yeah Sounds (so) I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight (Bongo By The Way) Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb') Fuck it, I

I want to come home. It's been so long since I've been away And please, don't blame me 'cause I've tried I'll be coming home soon to your love to stay I miss old friends that I once had Times ain't changed and I'll be glad when I go home I don't know why

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

In a road, won’t you leave me now Both in a road, won’t you leave me now You should go Nina 'Cause I ain’t never coming home And I’ve been living on the road Nina And then again you should know Nina 'Cause that’s you and me

Panama, Panama Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue Don't you know she's coming home with me? I'll get her! Jump back, what's that sound Here she comes, full blast and top down Model citizen zero discipline You'l lose her in the turn Ain't nothin' like it,

Yeah, ah, ah You can chase the lights You can chase the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer team Now you're just a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself long girl You must be confused You ain't even blonde girl Or even true to your roots

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't