Zeds Dead - Back Home lyrics

[Intro] Pack came in, dope showed up Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up Count f**ed up, house blown up Count f**ed up, house blown up f**in with me and my n***as we fed up, yeah n***a f**in' with me it's a man down [Hook] Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways Seems like the money and the b**hes in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays) Get that yay, whip that yay [Bridge 1] f**in' with me and my n***as, we fed up f**in' with me and my n***as it's man down So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out [Verse 1] Got a c**aine wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b**h Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**in' friends till the end cause these n***as and these hoes ain't sh** Say good Lord Got a c**aine wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b**h Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**in' friends till the end cause these n***as and these hoes ain't sh** Say good Lord [Hook] Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways Seems like the money and the b**hes in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face, say crime pays [Bridge 2] Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me You don't want to go to war with me, to war with me I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me [Verse 2] b**h I'm smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator Got big nuts, I say f** the world I might, impregnate her I'm a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator Don't get popped with the flex and finesse Don't try my paper I spray n***as, straight till they can bless up Black activator My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper [Bridge 3] f**in' with me and my n***as, we fed up f**in' with me and my n***as it's man down b**h I'm back on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out I relapse on that dope, boy I'm Codeine and Molly and Xan'd out [Verse 3] With a c**aine wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b**h Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**in' friends till the end cause these n***as and these hoes ain't sh** Say good Lord Got a c**aine wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame b**h Pocket full of bands, they my motherf**in' friends till the end cause these n***as and these hoes ain't sh** Say good Lord [Hook] Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways Seems like the money and the b**hes in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face, say crime pays [Bridge 2] Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me You don't want to go to war with me I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me