ฟังเพลงHome (Explicit)

Home (Explicit) - Berner

I can feel it in the air like bean said

Sh*t I'm already rich I don't need bread

Groupies back stage giving me head

Ex d-boy still roll real w**d here

Man I just wanna leave a legacy

Pass me the green I need some w**d with my hennessey

Ma I'm way too drunk to drive

But I gotchu on my mind good p**sy and it's mine boo

She works late night all the time

7 am barely home baby why you crying

White leather seats two z's I'mma sleep fine

Police behind me and I'm dirty f**k state time

High speeds for my strippers in the club

All my lil homies in the trap house trimming bud

It's love b**ch

Now fire up that fly sh*t

09' no one beat my prices

With this bag I'm the nicest

Solid plug outta california boy that's priceless

They love me out in texas legend on the east coast

Everywhere I go windows down smell the w**d smoke

This the cookie man himself

Top shelf

Let the wax smell burn

I'm just tryna make it home

I pray to god I make it home

With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real

I'm just tryna make it home

Drunk textin' on my phone I'm gone

I pray to god I make it home

45 on my lap I ride alone and

I'm just tryna make it home

When I get to the crib I miss my kids here fam first

Drunk alone for the fifth year

I lost my wife she and my mom passed

It was rough still bay drug money in cuts

Then it's money in my cup

I'mma try and live it up but

I feel like givin' up

This one's for the dreams that came true for me

When I die smoke two for me

Gamble like my brother but I'm playing with my life

I got a thing for new ice

This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights

Drug dealer I love the city life

These four cars get cleaner every year

More death make it harder shed a tear rest in peace

I'm just tryna make it home

Drunk drivin' on the road

Drunk textin' on my phone

Girl I never sleep alone and you know that

That pretty a** looks so fat

Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome

While I crack this fresh bottle of patron

I'm just glad I made it home

I'm just tryna make it home

I pray to god I make it home

With a neck full of stones few prices on my dome for real

I'm just tryna make it home

Drunk textin' on my phone I'm gone

I pray to god I make it home

45 on my lap I ride alone and

I'm just tryna make it home