Traxx FDR - Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Berner] I can feel it in the air like Bean said sh**, I'm already rich, I don't need bread Groupies back stage giving me head Ex D-boy still roll real weed here Man, I just wanna leave a legacy Pa** me the green, I need some weed with my Hennessey Ma, I'm way too drunk to drive But I gotchu on my mind, good p**y and it's mine, boo She works late night, all the time 7AM, barely home, baby why you crying White leather seats, two Z's, I'mma sleep fine Police behind me and I'm dirty, f** state time High speeds, for my strippers in the club All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud It's love, b**h Now fire up that fly sh** 09', no one beat my prices (H-Town) With this bag I'm the nicest Solid plug, outta California, boy, that's priceless They love me out in Texas, a legend on the East Coast Everywhere I go, windows down, smell the weed smoke (Smell it) This the Cookie man himself Top Shelf Let the wax smell Burn [Hook: Berner] I'm just tryna' make it home I pray to god I make it home With a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real I'm just tryna' make it home Drunk textin' on my phone, I'm gone I pray to god I make it home 45 on my lap, I ride alone and I'm just tryna' make it home [Verse 2: Berner] When I get to the crib, I miss my kids here (Fam first) Drunk alone for the fifth year I lost my wife, same year my mom pa**ed It was rough, still Bay drug money in cuts Then it's money in my cup I'mma try and live it up, but I feel like givin' up This one's for the dreams that came true for me When I die smoke two for me Gamble like my brother, but I'm playing with my life I got a thing for new ice This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights Drug dealer, I love the city life These foreign cars get cleaner every year More d**h make it harder, shed a tear (Rest in Peace) Ma, I'm just tryna' make it home Drunk drivin' on the road Drunk text on my phone Girl, I never sleep alone and you know that That pretty a** looks so fat Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome While I crack this fresh bottle of Patron I'm just glad I made it home [Hook: Berner] I'm just tryna' make it home I pray to god I make it home With a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real I'm just tryna' make it home Drunk textin' on my phone, I'm gone I pray to god I make it home 45 on my lap, I ride alone and I'm just tryna' make it home