HOME IS WHERE U MAKE IT....

Rap's my house,walk in like"Honey I'm Home",

Higher than a flight,in the same spot,switchin' timezones.

When I say timezone,I don't mean a.m. or p.m.,

I'm talkin' years,in 2020 is where U'll see Him.

Cowards keep they head down,cause its hard 2 face this dude,

Unlike the bus,U can't Pace my moves,

& the cars R unraceable,

Wit a heavy tint,so U can't find me like I'm untraceable,

The flo is pyro,so don't ask if I blaze the booth,

If I was spittin' back in the 90's,y'all would raise the roof,

If it's trouble,Im like Kobe,I get paid 2 shoot,

I jus come thru & leave U in a daze then 'Poof".

Vanish off the face of the planet,wit something Hispanic,

Better yet make her Brazilian,I want the nights 2 be brillant,

We might've hit the same tree,but I gotta whole different feeling,

In something slicker than a cougar thinkin' bout my next maneuver,

& 2 those in my pockets,I'm like"What's It To 'Ya?",

Who else U kno',pull up in the Lex wit Luger.Amen!