HOME (Remix)

[Chorus: Mike Dimes] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level [Verse 1: Mike Dimes] Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe Ain't none of this shit rented Servin' vicious, fuck your favorite rapper Hope he get offended I was trippin' off that ho before, but promise I ain't trippin' I was trippin' off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet drippin' Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah) Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah) In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah) I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens Homie outside with Alicia Keys I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah) Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal So fuck what's illegal I'm different, I really ain't get a handout I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang) I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen All them O's buy my songs, screamin' "Fuck your opinion" No need for a nigga to say that I'm winnin' It's fuck everybody, the way I been feelin' I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God) So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God) [Chorus: Mike Dimes & JID] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same (Yeah, look, look, look, look, look) We birds of the same feather (See, I—) We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level (Look) [Verse 2: JID] Just a lil' nigga from the six with a motherfuckin' chip on my shoulder Check a nigga chain, go and get this shit over Chevy or the Benz, he'll probably'll get the Rover But, then again, all three what he get for a show But he never sober, probably gon' need a chauffeur 'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was gophers Low and behold, them hoes say now they know you North-pole, South-pole, bitches bipolar Pour a four, Ye told me drive slowly Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe Give and go, the flow is my only One of a kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi Many have tried and failed, parking lot full of shells When hammers are flyin', wear a disguise, you not Loki No Avenger friends, we not homies Wanna live too fast? You die slowly Really, you jokin', I don't know what these niggas smokin' That shit potent if you thinkin' I ain't the dopest The whip ghostin', the fit, Gosha, the hip Olsen Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em Rap game takeover, I'm JID Hova Gettin' dirt off of my shoulder, I'm gettin' older Way out in Budapest, from the Crest Boulder I'll be there if you lookin' over your left shoulder They be there if I need a nigga to step on you Gs movin' in silence, niggas' deaf toned Tone deaf, my songs is bein' slept on Fast forward, I'm on, bumpin' in headphones Shawty wanna take off her thong, jump in the bed I don't know her but I'm thinkin', "Oh well, give me your cell phone" Cellulite on her ass, titties was silicone In the land of Atlanta, I love bein' home I want a seat on the throne, I ain't gon' leave it alone 'Fore all the people is speakin' out, let's even the score Knock on the door, it's a shotgun, you peepin' a hole Niggas asleep on the flow, I used to sleep on the floor I'm undefeated, you want a feature, I'm eatin' your soul My sister a killer, she be shootin' out a Kia Soul Wanna get the kid, that probably cost a couple kilos Me and Mike rob you for your dimes like Deebo [Chorus: Mike Dimes] This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta If I'm in the scene, I'm flexin' in the camera Check my fellas, we all flock the same We birds of the same feather We together, this forever, switchin' bezels, every level