Schoolboy Q - My Homie lyrics

Mmm mmm yo yo YO!! Yo yo, yo yo yo yo Wait my whole life, to do this motherf**er up Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and sh** Yo yo, yo, uh-huh n***a been waiting to get a Alchemist beat since I bought "1st Infantry" and sh**, hehehe Yo yo yo yo What's a real n***a addiction? Money weed and b**hes Hangin with snitches sh** it wasn't my intention I didn't know; I knew him for years Who would think his gums were soft To all my n***az I would die for Load my pistol up go out and war for Spend my last you keep yo' half we all poor No way to go I'll walk you through my front door My ninjas do the same See when we was younger you was my mane, n***a I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand Puttin my life up in yo' hands Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! For really though? We was just slingin oxy like a year ago You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe Cuz you hit my 'dro See my n***a youse a ho; remember them Cheerios? (Yeah) Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor I'm like fo' sho' (Donatello) catch you on the rebound You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down What goes around comes arizzound, the sky's up Inhale it slow, keep yo' mouth shut Bet he won't tell no mo' What's a real n***a addiction? Money weed and b**hes Hangin with snitches sh** it wasn't my intention b**h-a** n***a (f** yo' a** comin from?) Fo' sho' What's a real n***a addiction? Money weed and b**hes Hangin with snitches sh** it wasn't my intention b**h-a** n***a (who the f** you on the phone with?) Awwwwww sh** Started around the bottom, ended up at the top Heard you was in some trouble, I unretired my Glock Did what I did, who woulda knew you was the cops? Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots Got me up in the box, thought that you was my n***a You got your sentence reduced cause you told 'em I pulled the trigger And I was lookin out for you! (YOU!) Tried to show him just how we do Put all my sh** aside and now I'm through Figured that I would keep it Crippy this what this real n***a get me Locked up for like a century while you get chances of a Bentley f**, my old b**hes while I beat my dick plenty My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him but probably not' sh** I ain't sweatin it Cuz got me hot, better get his a** popped Can't get over how we was, tough as leather Man we did everything together f**ed our first b**hes earned, our first cheddar Robbed the first n***a was down, for whatever And I'll blast 'til forever if we had too But it's all cool What's a real n***a addiction? Money weed and b**hes Hangin with snitches sh** it wasn't my intention b**h-a** n***a (f** yo' a** comin from?) Fo' sho' What's a real n***a addiction? Money weed and b**hes Hangin with snitches sh** it wasn't my intention b**h-a** n***a (who the f** you on the phone with?) Awwwwww sh** Started around the bottom Started around the bottom, ended up at the top Started around the bottom, ended up at the top Don't let these n***az know your plots Wha-word, wha-word, word... Q!