Mista Los - Hardly Home Lyrics

Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right after December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)
Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right before December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)

Hadda little jail sentence, dumbass shit from a chick that still wants the banana
Don't even member f*ckin, wakin up sayin, "f*ck, i shoulda wore a condom"
3 kids later, don't have regrets except that she's my crazy baby momma
It sounds yummy sayin i get the money, but i got my own farm n i'm hatching all the commas
I don't even chase money, man that shit is nothin'
But if i see it shinin make it mine, then make it double
Ima flashy mothf*cka so there's nothin bout me subtle
Man I love my life, cause all i do is f*ck em, never cuddle, then they gone
Tryna be the brown Farrakhan
Black Attic Gang on the wall
If i needa nut make a call
She comes over takes it jaw
Ima gentlemen, i'll hang your jacket on the coat rake
But when we in the room baleeeee I'm boutta hoe that
In the deep end, where i like to keep my strokes at
Rocky Vegas representa, where most of my folk at
D-Town, thats my home, its my city
You agree then back me like NY does wit 50
Lemme work the John Handcock on your kitties
Cause I'm bringing bangers for all summer so you bes get wit it
Uhhhhh

Damn they all be gone, n they outta pocket
Man we going gold, no, if, and, buts about it
They'll say i sold my soul, n i wouldn't doubt it
I've had the coldest flow, but even colder know bitch

Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right after December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)
Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right before December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)

Damn I told y'all, I've been livin' life
Damn I told y'all, I've been earnin' strips
So now I'll tell y'all, I'm boss'd up, I'm that Guy
So now I'll tell y'all, I'm the King, I am yo Sire
Ya i said it, damn my f*ckin' balls are on the floor
Damn, its a job jus to haul em anymore
Now I'm f*ckin' boss'd up cause I'm hardened at the core
Damn, i made my comeback in the bottom of the 4th
I got to do my thang hoe
Hold it down, its K-Los
Masters are mine, its paid for
You wanna ride, its paid for
Thinkin bout plannin' out a trip to the tropics
After iTunes pays me for the shit that i been droppin'
Wonder who they say I'm bitin', either Rittz or its Logic
But f*ck em cause they ass kissin' after this deposit
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
I'm outta Rocky Ford
I'm going world wide
So f*ck what they be talkin'
Cause I handle mine

Damn they all be gone, n they outta pocket
Man we going gold, no, if, and, buts about it
They'll say i sold my soul, n i wouldn't doubt it
I've had the coldest flow, but even colder know bitch

Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right after December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)
Hardly Home but I'm always reppin'
(Reppin')
I was gone right before December
(December)
I got back on the streets, yo boy was reckless
(Reckless)
I'm makin' classics without any effort
(Effort)