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DOM KENNEDY

"Headed Home"

[Verse 1]
I heard home is where yo' heart is
Coward where yo' heart at?
Million dollar calls baby doll can't get no call back
In this b*tch in all black
Homies roll in strong packs
Inglewood on every song
Boy that's where I got grown at
And I owe that cause that's mine
b*tch I'm on my grind
When I had that time I ain't have no money
Now that I got money man I ain't got time
Speak my mind, make it hard to confuse me with these others
Not a friend in the world
All these n*ggas with me my brothers yeah
Talk is cheap, broke n*ggas speak
To the game pay day is 7 days a week
This game bitter but dammit the money sweet
Holla at me when it's G I'm on the top floor sleep

[Hook]
If I don't know nothin' man I know I put on
Been around the map and now I'm headed home
I'm just playin' my position
Cause it's right where I belong
I came to take it all
Now I'm headed home yeah
And n*gga if I wasn't rappin' baby
I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chrome and shinin'sippin' daily
No rest until they pay me
I'm just playin' my position
Cause it's right where I belong
No rest until they pay me
I came to take it all
Now I'm headed home

[Verse 2]
They want me gone, they want me gone
But I keep on I ain't worried bout the bullsh*t
I'm in my zone
I guess that's why I'm here
And I can't go back home
But guess when I heard that?
When I was back home
I built this on my own n*gga
So ain't no hand outs you got to get ya own n*gga
101 all these wannabes is clones n*gga
Gangsta in the flesh, modern day Capone n*gga
You see I grew up a screw up
2 cups got me screwed up

[Hook]


[Outro]
Now I'm home
And it ain't take long
I ain't worried bout sh*t
Got a O of that strong
While I'm writin' these songs
n*gga look what I did
Do it like Pac or I do it like BIG
Notorious, L, or Pun
Tune in every time that the big homie say look here
Lil' n*gga let me tell you somethin'
Know where I'm goin'
Know where I'm headed
Watchin' me win
That's makin' em jealous
This is to you and ain't sh*t you could tell us
Ain't got to f*ck wit' us
Still got to feel it
Livin' the life that these rappers embellish
Boy I'm the sh*t
I know you can smell
This is groundbreakin' I know that you felt it
And I can get rich off this game that I'm sellin' yeah

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