Made it Home - 38 Spesh

Yeah

Nah’m sayin'?

Ayo

I sold drugs on house arrest

I had to walk up a mountain of steps, that’s how I found success

Held my own and now I’m blessed

I got an African queen in bed and one around my neck

I put my bitch under a lot of stress

She mad at me still, reality pills got side effects

I don’t know what the problem is

I can’t do the shit with you that I do with my bottom bitch

Tell them hoes stay out my business

'Cause they still fuck on niggas that ain’t worth five figures

Huh, them bitches got two jobs

And they got broke boyfriends that still got side bitches

Y’all niggas need to check job listings

I gotta call my plug five in the morning, we got a time difference

Huh, and we don’t say much

We speak in code, he say, «Hello?»

And then I hang up

Ayo, my plug know I got the clientele to feed us all

You pass me a torch and I’ma light a grill

The feds watch an empire build

But we fall, my lawyer go to court with an iron shield

I touch work with the Midas feel

And I ain’t retire or chill, them services is provided still

Told my girl I’ma write a will

So if I die or I’m killed, she ain’t stressin' 'bout no minor bills

I got rich and ain’t signed a deal

My first mill' came from flippin' bricks and good survival skills

Rob me, get your final thrill

Tryna kill everybody like I’m blindfolded behind the wheel

Wash money, she dry the bills

I’m tryna build equity, she ain’t stressin' me 'bout designer heels

I got a chef cookin' diet meals

And the crib so big, we make the kids to fire drills