Pusha T - Home Sweet Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me sh** lately I've been practicing my gas face Cause that's what I'ma give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer, ain't too many seein Santa So they wanna take my gifts, but I wrap em with the fif' My regular scent is piff, currency, and Cashmere You done drove your b**h away, I told her she can crash here Yeah I'm counting paper like the cashier Living like I'm limited, breathing like it's my last air My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier Told me if he could do it again he'd do it over Poverty's king cobra, squeeze your life out Cause it's the fatalities and causalities I should write 'bout These rappers ain't iced out, they just fooling n***as Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic n***as [Hook] Only money matters in the game, f** the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like h**n, leave you numb the same Play me like I'm something sweet, be apart of summer slaying Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns Cause walking where I'm from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home [Verse 2: Pusha T] You motherf**ers can rap 'til you blue in the face You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate I've never understood Martin Luther with the speech With the whole world watching me, turn the other cheek? Never, so there's one left to die in the streets Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Try to k** you then, them near misses was God's kisses True Hollywood Story, ghetto Todd Bridges Diff'rent Strokes that n***a broke, this n***a rich You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this White stones, black steel, cold chrome This city's my doormat, b**h I'm home sweet home [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] n***as see me where you see me, sh** I'm always seen Off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams f** being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny payment for the body Crosses for the power, ghetto b**hes for the smiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening? Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny a** raps Keep flirting with d**h and get your horny a** clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them Bloody heads, turn Timberlands to red bottoms Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playing rider music Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it Life's a b**h and I get bl**jobs reclinin' through it [Hook]