Uncle Trey - Home Runs Lyrics

All home runs I don't miss
Whether talkin bout the mrs. or we talkin bout the hits
Swear I keep a hating nigga pissed
Got somethin for em, wish a nigga would I insist
The mood and the piff purple
Pass it while evoking passion in my circle
Doing everything we said we gon do
Runnin through a check for everything we gone through
Bad investments, learned lessons
The pain lessens when you count em all as blessings
But charging it to the game don't make me any less jaded
My humility done got a lot of egos inflated
Well, I'm here to pop em
Cause boy I'm poppin
At the flick of a wrist I could get a milly rockin
Shout to 2Milly but that ain't enough
Unless you talk a lot more, I'm telling niggas hush
Make sure my seats plush, been sitting on some gems
A diamond in the rough, a pistol with the pen
Who competing with him
They studying my film
I ain't playing but niggas could meet me out the gym
All home runs I don't miss
Whether talkin bout the mrs. or we talkin bout the hits
Swear I keep a hating nigga pissed
Got somethin for em, wish a nigga would I insist
Heard em takin shots, not a dent
Drag my name through the mud, it just end up in cement
Someone said ya name and I squint
I ain't peep em or competing, wish you niggas took a hint
Without an off day, I stay in my duffy
My duffle full of fishcale, ain't playin wit guppies
Got some homies down to ride since wheelies on Huffys
Remember makin a band off a pound of that puffy
Now it's oxblood suits with my brother Chase
Had cops wringing our necks, think we deserve a wraith
GoodJobTrav know,
Read the signs, it was written in the astros
Y'all love the lights and the cameras but you lacking in action
You cool wit cappin til us pulling up actually happen
So lower ya voice, don't like the tone of it
You wasn't even outside before the rona hit
Was fly for a moment but now it's fleeting
Standup niggas escorting you to your seating
Because I show love but niggas show they ass
Tried showing class but I won't give another pass, nah
All home runs I don't miss
Whether talkin bout the mrs. or we talkin bout the hits
Swear I keep a hating nigga pissed
Got somethin for em, wish a nigga would I insist
Heard em takin shots, not a dent
Drag my name through the mud, it just end up in cement
Someone said ya name and I squint
I ain't peep em or competing, wish you niggas took a hint