[Intro]
Baby
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Baby, damn
[Chorus]
Come on, yeah, back in the 6ix, whoa whoa
Turn down that bitch, yeah yeah
I just wanna take the finest thing home, home (whoa whoa)
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' changed, I been stackin' racks, locked in, in my habitat
I just want a couple million dollars and a fine girlfriend and a tabby cat
Your entourage hella deep 'round you, but I got a question: Where your family at?
9-0-5 tatted on my arm, wake the Bity up, where Brampton at?
I ain't gotta go band-for-band, I had young homies doin' hand-to-hand's
Thank God I was on the right path, spread my wings and flew and I ain't have to land
Walk in that bitch like I'm Dapper Dan, walk in that bitch like I'm Meryl Streep
The baddest bitch, thеm boys scared of me
ABGs wanna marry me, Lightskins rеally care for me
Latinas love me, that's a guarantee
I'm out-rappin' y'all with no effort, but I sing on the track like Mariah Carey
When that boy drop man it's kinda scary, still the King in my town R-I-P to Larry
Know the cap Yankee, hoodie French Teri, from the B but it ain't Barrie
(But shoutout to Barrie)
[Chorus]
Come on, yeah, back in the 6ix, whoa whoa
Turn down that bitch, yeah yeah
I just wanna take the finest thing home, home (whoa whoa)
[Bridge]
My shawty a fine ass, yeah
My dawgs is riding, yeah
Shine bright like a diamond, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Tonight I'm on timing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Post-Chorus]
I just wanna take the finest thing home, home (whoa whoa)
[Interlude: Tory Lanez jail call]
Nah, that's fire
That's fire, bro, nah, you always been a generational talent, man
I remember just, sittin' down and watchin' your videos back-to-back-to-back
I remember bro, I was a real fa–I still am a real fan, you feel me?
So I love to hear that your shit is goin' well, man
You know if there's ever anything that I could do to help you push, or keep pushing forward
I'm always with you, bro-bro
[Verse 2]
I really hate sayin' "Free The Homie," hate sayin' "R-I-P The Homie"
Every month I take a loss, gotta pay the cost to be the—, yeah
Head high but my spirit low, gotta smoke a lot to get it off
Every night I think about my wife, think about my cat, think about my loft
Big dreams of my Dad retired in the Philippines with no worries
So when you see me kill it on the stage, I don't give these artists no mercy
I don't give 'em no time to breathe, y'all motherfuckers ain't worthy
Been made fun of for a decade now, y'all motherfuckers can't hurt me
Long as I'm alive, I got my foot on necks, I don't even really wanna be the best
I just wanna make history, since '09 I ain't had no rest
On my soul, I'ma make it, make Sammy proud, make Bobby proud
Put my city on, put my people on, all gas, no brakes, no stoppin' now
[Outro]
Come on, come on
Come on, yeah—
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