[Intro:]

Da, Reddy Red, Homicide, Eagle, Free,

Nah' mean? (Do it like we used to)

Real, uh- huh

Red, Pabi, What up? Yeah.. Ishmael



[Verse 1]

I used to kick my new rhymes to him when I made them up

We'd smoke a blunt, and build on shit was real growing up

Going through the same things, we seeing eye to eye

And no matter what happens, promised to let nothing die

So was born when he got bagged for 56 dimes

I'mma  give his girl commissary money all the time

He caught this disease and couldn't stay out'ta jail

Locked up when his mom died, shit really got real

He came to the wake in handcuffs

Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough

His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse assistant holding him down

Faithfully on every visit, food packages, she bring him trees and

everything

A down ass bitch is a thug's everything

I'm day he night, we the same blood type, brothers for life

I fly him kites on the regular



[Chorus]

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)

When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)

When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)

When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)

When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)



[Verse 2]

I can see it now, getting off the greyhound with your greens on,

State boots, yard style this scord a' me

I meet you at the port authority

Jump in the V2G

You finally free

Long time no see

Gotta make up for lost time

Know you got mad rhymes

Here, rock my shine

We on to the exclusive, new shit

He blowing up my celly

I'm like yo son, six minute click

Pulled up to the PJ's, the hood greet

Welcome home god peace,

He platinum on the street with respect and power

All he need is currency

Must report to parole

Monday by three

We gon' get you on the books and take you on tour with me

No stress, nigga you can use my address

He said I love you Shy and punched me in my chest



[Chorus x2]

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress)

When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)

When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)



[Verse 3]

Give a kidney or a lung to nigga if he needed one

Cause that's my Dunn Dunn

I give him my only gun if he needed it

Oh that bitch, we both beating it

I can tell him a secret, he ain't repeating it

Cause that's my dog, second grade to the morgue

And when I get locked up, that who the fuck I call

He the cheddy ready to pay the clerk, to get me out the dirt

Put it in my aunt's name, because she work

We don't jerk one another, or try to blow each other's cover

My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother

No one on ones; I'm jumpin' in

Fuck that, blazing out the club with our guns back to back

Chicago Bulls style, the manchild

Ain't nothing sweet on the street

Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style



When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress)

When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)

When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)

When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)

When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)

When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)



Yeah, Shyheim...

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