Come Home

No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no Life's crazy My parents worry 'bout me 'Cause I didn't talk to nobody, just made beats And now I get paid by the syllable Gotta thank 'em though I know it can be difficult As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes All on the mission to love, that's what I live for I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals You seen my old ones now because I live those You've gotta admit ma I told you I was gonna get in to Duke And I did, ma I told you I would get signed and I did, ma Look at this, ma, look at this, ma No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no All my friends feel trapped and afraid I close my eyes and try to imagine a way To wash all my old patterns away I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scattered my brain "Fuck bitches," it's what my favorite rappers would say I'd say there's something beautiful after the pain After the pain, this can't be real Turn out the ladder to fame Is a hamster wheel When we played the Palace my parents were first row That's a feeling that I don't even have words for I did my song, went backstage, and drank a Henny bottle Picked up my phone and then I started texting any model I used to put a target on every cute face And keep plan B-Pills in my suitcase "That's gross, time to grow," that's what Ronny said Man, Wille just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead" I'm tryna stumble to truer view I'm noticing that sky is a bluer hue It's time to get to work, that's what doers do I'm looking in the mirror, like "Who are you?"