Jking - Homefield Lyrics

So I started up in OT
Walking down the block
While hip hop didn't know me
Now I stop all the shots
That lift off like I'm OB
Like woah Kenobi hold me
The greenery too holy
And you know it's kush a clock
Gotta stock on the OG
Oh man Woah woah woahy
Please keep bouncing
On my dick real slowly
For sure we can smoke
At the show with some hoes b
It's a sweet life so
We kicking it with Mosbe
In the front row seats
But paparazzi getting way too nosey
From the nosebleeds
But then I say f*ck em
Whip out my dick like
Go ahead expose me
Woah woah woahy
Come and break your neck
Man I'm spitting like I'm tech
Sike, my own brain cells making fun of
Me when I call myself an intellect
But then I go and roll up the spliff
And I seem to forget
So I get a lil drunk with Lil Pump
Get some tats on my chest
And some lean on my sweats
Like damn this is totally hip hop at its f*cking best
All the mumble rap got no potential
Now I gotta go ahead grab my pencil
Money coming in like I'm presidential
Murdering the beat that was accidental
Y'all cannot fathom this shit
While I slap on a bitch
And I kill all this shit
Might just rip it a bit
Then give you my dick
Ya she calling it thick
While I spit on the clit
About to go buy a zip
Who gonna tell me that I cannot spit
Man I'm still killing this shit
I ain't ever gonna slip
I got your girl about to strip
I give her the tip and I dip
My shoulders still kinda chipped
We the underground *****
Might just gun you down quick
Ya'll better load me a clip
My money is still gonna drip
Please do not come take a sip
I think you need get a grip
I been skirting in the whip
I mean the yacht and the ship
Better not give me no lip
Cole King might just flip