Yeat - Back home Lyrics

(I-I'm)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)

I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back
Got a big diamond watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back

I don't fly no jet, but I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar
I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherf*ckin' po'
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different
I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah
I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherf*ckin' ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches
You gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back