Coming Home lyrics

[Intro]
This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble
Mayday, mayday, mayday!

[Verse 1: BenjiBlueBills]
If I take my time with this, it could work out
'Til we reach the sunlight
Call up my phone, but I ain't ever comin' home (I have no idea where I'm going, I'm going to crash)
I died in a gunfight (Mayday, mayday, mayday!)
Out here in these streets, the way this sh*t be going, need more than one life
And the way these b*tches goin', I got more than one type
I'm still thinkin' 'bout K-Low, I'll see him in the next life
I'm still thinkin' 'bout Capo, I'ma see him in the next life
It ain't nothin' these n*ggas can do that's gon' make that sh*t right
These n*ggas be charging their homies to the game
Didn't make that sh*t right
You charge your homie to the game for the fame
That sh*t don't sit right (sh*t don't sit right)
That sh*t don't sit right
You say my name, I send a BH, you know you gon' get zipped, right?
Payed henchman, that's a PH, he gon' flip the clip like, "Prttt"

[Bridge: BenjiBlueBills]
And that's it, that's the last—
That's all you'll really hear, for real
Here you go, prttt
[Verse 2: BenjiBlueBills]
Hop out the box and this bit' it go, "Prttt"
AP on JPG, b*tch it go, "Brttt"
Hermes and Louis V, b*tch it go, "Frttt"
Vivi on, Vivi on, Vivi on double B, b*tch it go, "Frttt"
Double C, double C, double C on my pillow it got Cs on it
If I say I love you, you can lean on me (Lean on me)
What I'm really sayin', trust me, put the whole thing on me
I'ma bust a n*gga if he swing on you
Big Blue, yeah you mean homie
I got two blicks finna sting homie
'Cause I love you to death
n*gga, you had me f*cked up when you left
Thought that we was boys, now it's time to step
Felt a lil' way for you inside, there's nothin' left
That's on 5L

[Verse 3: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, uh
Ain't nothin' to tell
I gave too much time into all that sh*t, at the end we failed
Fool'nem still be lyin' about that sh*t but bro not here
Old house still like a culture shock when you just left Beverly Hills
I got the white fans and they'll post the Glock, but the black ones know it's there
I got a best friend ho, I wanna post her
f*ck, let somebody get in my air
And that sh*t don't sit right
I told my favorite that that sh*t was lame, b*tch, you hope I forget, right?
I pop a Xan for Kat, red for Papin', know Boogie might not like it
And that sh*t don't sit right
Yo' momma call my phone at midnight
My son used to call me a vampire
I been up, but I ain't seen daylight
In the GLE, three days geeked
Twin wake me up at the red light
Know Boogie still with me all through the dark
And I still can't sleep 'cause I want sh*t
I'm a street n*gga 'cause I got a big heart
Everything kinda feel like an accident
Put the camera on you, and it's your part
Damn, on top of that, she still nag me
Said, "Take the first flight back to New York"
I just cut her off 'cause she got a big heart, uh
[Outro: LUCKI]
And that sh*t don't sit right, uh
She upped the score because we play for keeps
She wanna be right
And to her that sit right
That sh*t don't sit right