HOME (Remix)

[Mike Dimes:]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexing in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level

Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain't none of this shit rented
Serving vicious, fuck your favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was tripping off that hoe before, but promise I ain't tripping
I was tripping off them Ksubi jeans, but now my closet dripping
Designer, got a bag and I couldn't be prouder (Nah)
Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)
In the booth if I'm tryna get proper (Yeah)
I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside with Alicia Keys
I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)
Root of all evil, what got me them tickets at Regal
So fuck what's illegal
I'm different, I really ain't get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
All them O's buy my songs, screaming "Fuck your opinion"
No need for a nigga to say that I'm winning
It's fuck everybody, the way I been feeling
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God)
So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God)

[Mike Dimes (JID):]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexing in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same (Yeah, look, look, look, look, look)
We birds of the same feather (See, I)
We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level (Look)

[JID:]
Just a lil' nigga from the six with a motherfucking chip on my shoulder
Check a nigga chain, go and get this shit over
Chevy or the Benz, he'll probably'll get the Rover
But, then again, all three what he get for a show
But he never sober, probably gon' need a chauffeur
'Cause he ain't underground no more, niggas was gophers
Long behold them hoes say now they know you
North-pole, South-pole, bitches bipolar
Pour four, Ye told me drive slowly
Twenty-four plus more, my drive Kobe
Give and go, the flow is my homie
One of a kind, you not Obi-Wan Kenobi
Many have tried and failed, parking lot full of shells
When hammers are flying, wear a disguise, you not Loki
No Avenger friends, we not homies
Wanna live too fast? You die slowly
Really, you joking, I don't know what these niggas smoking
That shit potent if you thinking I ain't the dopest
The whip ghosting, if it go, shit, the hip osing
Twin clips, lil' nigga, you could get both of 'em
Rap game take over, I'm JID Hova
Getting dirt off of my shoulder, I'm getting older
Way out in Budapest, from the Crest Boulder
I'll be there if you looking over your left shoulder
They be there if I need a nigga to step on you
Gs moving in silence, niggas' deaf toned
Tone deaf, my songs is being slept on
Fast forward, I'm on, bumping in headphones
Shawty wanna take off her thong, jump in the bed
I don't know her but I'm thinking, "Oh well, give me your cell phone"
Cellulite on her ass, titties was silicone
In the land of Atlanta, I love being home
I wanna seat on the throne, I ain't gon' leave it alone
'Fore all the people is speaking, nah, let's even the score
Knock on the door, it's a shotgun, you peeping a hole
Niggas'll sleep on the floor, I used to sleep on the floor
I'm undefeated, you want a feature, I'm eating your soul
My sister a killer, she be shooting out a Kia Soul
Wanna get the kid, that probably cost a couple kilos
Me and Mike rob before your dimes, like deebo

[Mike Dimes:]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D'USSE and Fanta
If I'm in the scene, I'm flexing in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switching bezels, every level