You remember that Papoose shit? 
Where he was. Ummm. 
Like spittin on some like, alphabetical slaughter shit? 

Im fittna cook on that type shit...

Turn the headphones up, bruh...

Yeah yeah, uhh uhh...

Right there.

Bet.

Im back in this bih...

Mmmm...

Okay...

Wait wait wait...

Okay.
Nevermind...
Nine! Nine! Nine!

Yeah yah yah, let's go!



1 mo straw. lit as fuck. ridin’ dirty, ghostin.
2 heataz blast, leave ‘em shook. Toasted.
3 Rows deep. Big body. Pipes be loadin.
4 Zips flipped, block jumpin. Unc codin'.
5 stacks tucked. Gas up. coastin.
6 shots pop, opps decomposin.
7 shorties at tha crib. Bitch I'm him’, fuck the chat.
8 missed calls, fuck ‘em all, I ain’t textin’ back.
9 moves lined up, dodgin’ every trap.
10 toes on tha ground. Big steppa. Feel the kickback.
11 nights out, Glock cocked on my lap.
12 opps buzzin.   Shhhh.  Baap baap baap baap baap baap baap baap baap!



We stackin’ blues.
Infiltrate they crew.
Draco in the trunk, got ‘em froze. Ice Cubes.
We got gas, white, purp, addies. Street cred through tha roof.
Any opp wanna test, they gon’ make the news.
Movin’ packs, smoke the rats, ain't never have a truce.
Fully in tha pipe. Take a nap. Duce Duce!

Yeah. yeah.
13 whips deep. 
Slide...
"Five...  five...  six..."
Bitch, eat ditch.
14 days grindin hard, no time for you bitch.
Called 15 plays. Audible. Tight end wit da switch.
16 bars, spittin’ hard. blitz. Eat shit!
17 stacks split, fam fed, we rich.
18 shots pop. Ain't us. Blame tha blicks.
19 hoes pissed. fuck ‘em, we the move.
Twenty racks packed, broke tha money counter too.
21 shots spark at tha park.
22 my cornerback. Intercept. Run it back. Chief. Ried Art.
23 schemes dark. bro just a mark. leave our mark.
Loud ho, got us 24 blue stacks. Oligarch! Walmart!

We stackin’ blues.
Infiltrate they crew.
Draco in the trunk, got ‘em froze. Ice Cubes.
We got gas, white, purp, addies. Street cred through tha roof.
Any opp wanna test, they gon’ make the news.
Movin’ packs, smoke the rats, ain't never have a truce.
Fully in tha pipe. Take a nap. Duce Duce!

25 stacks doubled. Fuck the Police. 
26 hoes screamin’, no love. Feed em speed.
27 rounds blastin'. Take tha lead.
Twenty eight. packs zipped. on the grind, succeed.
29 trick moves. Hands fast. can’t see.
30 racks copped. Masked up. Snatch yo lick, G.
31 days straight. huh? sleep? Still alive.
32 shots hit, ball hard. You takin dives.
33 ops lurkin’, fuck ‘em, I’ll survive.
34 bands on bands. Reach tha sky.
35 times slid. Fuck ‘em. Should I drive this time?
Code 36. 
Y. N.  be hungry. 

Bro. 

Chill. 

You wildin'.

37 bags stashed, movin’ weight, I’m the truth.
38 checks cashed, dodgin’ pigs, no proof.
39 weeks poppin, sippin. Good as new.
40 bankrolls in the cut. Operation grew. 
41 drops in a day.  Addy boof.
42 problems, these killas fittna shoot. 
43 Beans popped. Oops. That's  on yo crew. 
44 That's my jersey number. 
Mister October to tha black.
45 Jordan. Epic comeback.
46 deep. Hit tha 3. Jump out tha whip. 
Grab tha bat.
47 tracks. All slap. No cap.
48.
49 times coulda took a dirt nap.
50 bars on lock. take it all in. everything...

Facts.


Fully in tha Pipe (Redux)

Executive Music Producer, Creative Music Director, and Lyricist: J.R. “Home & Heart” Inspired by Juice Wrld, NOFX and the 2000's scene.

https://youtube.com/@homeandheart?si=tO4Wk7vkboepUV7m

J.R. from Home & Heart is an active independent producer, drummer, and songwriter who came up in the trenches of the peak years of Emocore, Post Hardcore, Pop Punk, East Coast Hardcore and Screamo; spanning the early 2000s through 2014. His work is defined by the hands on grind and influence from the era of the underground and mainstream scenes.

As Executive Music Producer and Creative Music Director, J.R. oversees every element of the musical process, refining and shaping each production to bring to light the intents and visions from the best that the underground and mainstream offered up while musically and lyrically incorporating his personal experiences and prowess. He bends tools to his sound, sculpting every detail until it hits with the energy and weight the genres demand. Home & Heart is the result.

This is our home.  Our heart.