Not Coming Home

Fatality I'm trying to get some
Money leave me alone hoe

I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home)
They begging and I'm gone (my bad)
I'm running up them racks rubber band
Stacks and I'm blowing them strong
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I got back home
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I'm right back home

Dope dealer I can lose the money
Get it right back and then bet it all
Fuck it up while you cut it up
Naw fuck that I'd rather sell it raw
Bought my hoes n rhymes over nigga
Bought every bag over her shoulder nigga
And you be thinking I'm tricking but she
Did everything that I told her nigga
God damn it got the trap and it about
To go and get I'm a loose cannon
All the shit I've been
Through nigga's looking
At me like how is you standing
I've been sleeping in the plug house
Waking up and eating breakfast with them
Taking weight to these fifty states
All through the bottom of Texas with them
The game cold I done lost loads
I'll see you nigga's at the crossroads
Right now I'm in boss mode but
My young nigga's still toss hoes
Crazy thing that I'm still cooking in the
Same trap since the snot nose
Ask me how I'm doing this shit
Truthfully I do not know but

I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home)
They begging and I'm gone (my bad)
I'm running up them racks rubber band
Stacks and I'm blowing them strong
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I got back home
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I'm right back home

I got a trap queen that never left me
She went with her right hand she a lefty
She said we gone sell this dope
Until we get back on
(let's get this money hoe)
Get rich nigga get wealthy but that
Hating shit it ain't healthy
Cause I'm the king of this
Shit I'm the back bone (don't you forget)
Little nigga with no ice
I'm gone shine bright
I need no pics I need no life
With no deal I had 18 wheels and I
Don't give a fuck about yo price
Nigga you the reason that
I ain't leaving got
The pop love and I'm eating decent
I ain't tripping go and blow
Your bag drop your
Top go and nigga go and lease it
Y'all nigga's too rich for me I'm a break
It down you know bone and pieces
I been whipping with my left hand
Man it's time for me to gone and freeze it
I need me some more rubber bands
I been counting while you
Nigga's been sleeping
Buy this hoe anything she want this the
Reason me and my bitch beefing

I'm not coming home (I'm not coming home)
They begging and I'm gone (my bad)
I'm running up them racks rubber band
Stacks and I'm blowing them strong
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I got back home
Got sack and I'm in my zone
Got a pack and I'm right back home

Woo what the fuck