Welcome Home

(Chorus)

Living in the slums, where the poor are alone

Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne

Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron

Welcome to the place I call home

Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome

Dying over white, ‘cah the foods on [?]

Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones

Welcome to the place I call home

(Verse 1)

I went and chirpsed the yatty in Armarni [?]

She gives me discounts, but I hardly text

If you wanna take my soul, you have to see me first

I’ll make these yutes Bale, when they see the spurs

Pineapple chunks, [?]

Max prof, when I chop I don’t bun shit

Niggas stay seated, ‘cah you don’t run shit

I’ve got a [?], that’ll dump clips

Don’t think you turnt’ bad, cause you got attacked

I see you buying dumb shit, and you ain’t got a stack

You sell a little bit of draw, but you don’t really trap

My nigga Ets is OT, solid chopping crack

You niggas never, touched food in your life

Stressing because you ain’t broke, and getting robbed for bike

Harsh cold winters, I was up through the night

OT with [?], [?] for the pies

(Chorus)

Living in the slums, where the poor are alone

Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne

Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron

Welcome to the place I call home

Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome

Dying over white, ‘cah the foods on [?]

Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones

Welcome to the place I call home

(Verse 2)

You could never take me for a side yute

Fuck what you could do, I will let the nine, boot

Direct with the threats, ‘cah i’m bored now

Every rapper thinks they’re tough, and they’re raw now

You talk about your dreams but they’re limitations

Me I really do it, fuck the imitations

Trapping out and splashing out, the way I do its gracious

I’m from Trini, but i’ve got some wicked Haitians

Tell them twitter bad boys, get back in your stations

Thirteen, on the block, thats initiation

I don’t rate the police, ‘cah we really hate them

And our bands make her dance, yeah we really made them

I’m tryna hustle, but these niggas in the station

Nitty’s scrapping jakes, are telling me that’s my creation

My connect is taking long, thats anticipation

My dons [?] few black, and a couple asians

(Chorus)

Living in the slums, where the poor are alone

Living life trapping, spraying Gucci cologne

Living life drunk, off of Goose and Patron

Welcome to the place I call home

Dying over nothing, getting slugged in the dome

Dying over white, ‘cah the foods on [?]

Dying for the jewels, so you work with the stones

Welcome to the place I call home