Head Home (Prod. Robby Fitz)

Let's be honest, who the fuck ain't trying to die rich?
Dubbin for this cheddar and some booty we can pirate,
We on some fly shit, Imma be honest all of this drama that you wanna gonna make me think you're childish,
My raps sicker than killer, you hear the sirens?
Iller than most they thinking Im gonna start a virus
Chug a couple beers, got me thinking that I'm Irish,
Now I'm questioning my afterlife because I don't know who Christ is...


Forgive me Lord, I'm just tryna die a righteous man 
A lil bit of this, and a lil bit of that got my head spinning 'round like a ceiling fan 

I introduce to you, the new and improved, your dude with the groove,
And the booze got me feeling real loose,
Mr. Spiritual, I eat my milk without the cereal, so lyrical, that Imma make you think that I'm a miracle,
Say it again what you got on your tongue boy? 
You talking like you flyer than a bird you're just a decoy,
Gee boy, you making a lot of noise you're like a squeak toy
I'm gonna play with you until you Pop! ing bottles up in Detroit,
I'm a piston with these flows, 
Shots fired in the hole,
Me and my bros we just tryna get the dough and all the hoes... Say What?! 
Will I be in 2044?
We the kings, just tryna claim the throne, so


Yoo, come ride with me if you wanna kill we're just trying to L I V E
I said, Yoo go R.I.P., picking dollars off the tree we're just so hungry!

JARVIS DOLFINBACH

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