I juss came home
 I aint got no loot
 I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
 I aint tryin 2 shoot
 I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
 But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

 Verse 1:
 Open day
 Now you release
 Peeps
 Bacc on the streets
 You don't want no peace
 Need a job or sumthin'
 B 4 you start robbin sumthin'
 Tryin 2 b made
 Like you in the mob or sumthin'
 X tra curicular
 Activities swift
 You can't
 Hit the streets cuz dese niggas a snitch
 See yo foul nigga
 And he on yo ass
 He wanna violate you
 You aint got no cash
 You gotta see him every Tuesday
 B-4 twelve
 But fucc dat you come late and he send you bacc
 Peep dis
 One day you made up some shit
 You told him
 You was late cuz ya moms is sicc
 He said ok next time i send you away
 You bettah piss in this cup
 Get to urinate
 You thought he a homo
 So baliff analyze
 He juss turn around
 And juss pissed out your St. Ines
 Reinact it always gotta take attractive
 Ayo P.O. when I'm gon be inactive
 While I'm on weekly
 Switch that up
 I get a job soon
 You could stitch that up
 I'm gon be a rapper
 A-yo be real famous
 Always on TV
 Neva sayin' lame shit
 Give me some slacc
 A-yo plus the fact
 A-yo I gotta job nigga
 Yo I'm gon rap

 Hook (2x):
 I juss came home
 I aint got no loot
 I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
 I aint tryin 2 shoot
 I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
 But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

 Talk:
 What up boo
 Yeah what you mean I ain't callin you collect
 I'm home
 You messin' wit me tonite
 What you mean Trump International
 Nah I was thinkin' more like a walk or sumthin'
 I aint got no paper

 Verse 2:
 If you
 Want honey bettah have money
 If you
 Want some ass bettah get some cash
 Its like
 When I came home life went 2 fast
 When I
 Left the streets yo
 I was the man
 Now I'm comin bacc home
 New face new fam
 I gotta beard
 B-4 I aint had no hair
 On my face
 Used 2 diss me
 On the regular
 So what I aint got a haircut
 No new sneakas
 I got old ass Tim's
 goin' bacc to the hood
 Playin ball on the same rims
 Tellin' niggas I rhyme
 Let me shyne
 At block parties
 Yo I left right day
 A-Yo I'm real serious
 Sell drugs all day
 Im gon get on
 1st tracc that I spit on
 I'm gon lace it
 Smuther you and plus taste it
 I get my shit upgraded
 Yours race it
 Now that its on
 My girl rocc
 Louie Baton/ Gucci/ Bently/ Prada/ Escada
 Now that its on
 It's like my chic gotta alota
 Everything she's supossed 2
 She the only one that I'm close 2
 Otha people is snakes
 I got so much beef for these niggaz on Jakes
 Its like some of 'em real most of 'em fake

 Hook (2x):
 I juss came home
 I aint got no loot
 I aint trin' 2 sell drugs
 I aint tryin 2 shoot
 I'm tryin' 2 be a good nigga even wearin a suit
 But the only job I got is 2 make hot soup

 Talk:
 Yo yo yo yo, dis a story man
 bout a nigga comin' home man
 he aint tryin to hustle man nahimean
 but a nigga was forced 2 do that nahimean
 a nigga still came out on top
 cuz he hustled, he sold his cracc
 but then he startin' sellin rap
 and he's still doin that
 Ya RAT BASTARDZ