[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Yeah, yeah, who says you can’t go home
Up the street from my mom two fits apart
Two full courts and the lights come on after dark
Right there’s my bench, use to be my favorite place to get bent
Hidden behind some trees, it’s on a hill so you can see the bone
But they can’t see me burning weed, first contact I caught was right there
For real, for real, if we heard Tom squeal, headlights splash, we did the dash
And trust, back then a kid was tight fast
But there’s still blood guts and empty bottles
So I guess getting smacked still the motto
Hieroglyph scratched in the metal
RIP big wheel, Jamal heart down
Long forgotten cliques, yesterdays gangs
Couple of my n***as scratched they names
Pogey, Fab and James, two out of three dead now
So yeah it feels strange, times change
Give me a wood and the flame, the bend still the same
We used to call next game, ran down the best
Now I just reminisce by moonlight
How we drank the piss, smoke the spit
Once we were kings on the throne
Mad nights I slept here too fucked to go home
Still sober enough to roll a bone when it pitch black
Yeah I had the knack, knew this place like the back of my hand
Sharecropping on county land
[Verse 2: Privilegde]
Yo, they call them all the illest thrill commission
Generation kill the kids, they was on a mission
Get that paper like your name was [?]
Listen y’all, I’m on the wearing ‘em hard
Y’all some worthless cards and talking off
So he stumbled down the hall, numbers up against the wall
Fumbled fingers for the fall and drawled all way out to his car
Outside raining hard, as hearts escort by arrows [?]
Found cupid’s cradle, a barstool in Munich
Drinking [?] there wouldn’t be far enough
To outrun these visions, mundane as they might seen
Mingling menacingly seems subconsciously
[?] stay steeped in a system
Sleepily integrated on a cheaply miss ‘em
Chiefly we be cheefing on these trees no question
So stressing mind stays locked what’s left kid