Lancey Foux
Home Aint Where It Hurts
[Intro]
What's your name funny guy?
I'm Zayne
You're Zayne? Why don't you step out of my line, Zayne?

[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt

[Verse]
I don't eat where I shit, I don't meet where I miss
Out here risking your lisp
Take her with a tip, break her with a limp
Kill her dressed in pink, I'm black boy magic in 3-D take it off a trip
No hoe touch my scar, I don't argue my attacks to drum
You can come to the pitch with a stick, still can't match with the Lance
I dare you disturb me, I'm trying to get rich
Move from man it's a cap, move from man it's a wrap
Cash on the hill with a Jill and a Jack
Me and Big Z going back to back

[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to bag the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt
[Verse 2]
Two-piece, Three-piece, Five-piece
Guaranteed dime piece, watch what your type is, tryna' track me and find me
Eenie-miney-mo ice, a lot of ice in my Styrofoam
Put the P in 'Price' all the way up so it can't go Geronimo
Put the E in 'Heist' get in there like snakes and eat that money first

[Chorus]
Home ain't where it hurts, fast forward can't reverse
Me and my partners riding Germans, back to back with Mercs
She too fly walking around lonely I had to back the bird
I keep a tight grip on the bag I ain't ever going back to dirt