Homecoming King Lyrics – Montana of 300

Homecoming King Lyrics by Montana of 300 is the latest English song from the album “Rap God”. Homecoming King lyrics were written by Montana of 300 while the song is produced by Tye Productionz.

Homecoming King Lyrics

Homecoming King Song Details:

Song Homecoming King
Album Rap God
Singer Montana of 300
Produce by Tye Productionz
Lyricist Montana of 300

Homecoming King Lyrics

He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
Down to risk his life for a block that he don’t even own
Yeah, go home, King, yeah
Your family needs, so go home, King, yeah
The streets don’t need you, that’s not home team
I won’t mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah
He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
Down to risk his life for a block that he don’t even own
Yeah, go home, King, yeah
Your family needs, so go home, King, ay
The streets don’t need you, that’s not home team
I won’t mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah

He just wanted to flex in a foreign, wanted to drip in designer and Jordan’s
I know how it be when you buzzin’, getting fly on the honeys, I know they be swarming
It’s a trap you don’t see, it’s a game, they could never play you if you forfeit
Gotta leave like you getting deported, seen the hardest niggas turn informant
Realest shit that I ever recorded, give ’em bars like I would in warrant, ay
Death doesn’t come with a warning, ay, too many black mothers mourning, ay
Momma gotta pay for your casket, but you know that she cannot afford it
Know she’s given the last of her cash up, they’ll be making money off your organs
I know some niggas that’s dead and some niggas in prison that wish that they did right
It’s a lot of not in our kids like, man, you don’t wanna know that shit’s like
What you know about interrogations, Police in your face asking where’d you get drugs from
Getting popped off with pistols, not snitching on niggas when they ask you who’d you get guns from
What you know ’bout not knowing your out date, just another day down when the sun comes
What you know about reading no letters and showing your cellies pictures of your loved ones
I done see niggas with the wrong niggas in the wrong place at the wrong time
Try to earn stripes, got the wrong kind, they ain’t coming home for a long time

He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
Down to risk his life for a block that he don’t even own
Yeah, go home, King, yeah
Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay
The streets don’t need you, that’s not home team
I won’t mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah

They labeled him a problem child, he love the way that chopper sound
No one around could calm him down, way too concerned with poppin’ out
Go finish school, stop droppin’ out, fuck friends, go make your momma proud
Or she’ll hear “sorry, ma’am, your son didn’t make it” from that doctor’s mouth
He started off selling grams, he turned it to hella bands
He got life, now he wish he made better plans, asking God everyday for a second chance
Reminiscing ’bout his main bitch, got him wishing he could still pipe her
Now she waving at him from the other side of that glass, windshield wipers
I bet you thought they wouldn’t catch you
Them lawyers gon’ try to finesse you
I bet you be deep in the club, but every time you in that courtroom it’s just you
Tryna run it up like a win spread, don’t share enough and watch your friends flip
You might fuck around and get your kin hit, this the fast life cause it is quick
Tryna get rich, but we die tryin’, friends falling out like they skydiving
Shootin’ bullets at his old homies, tryna clap ’em up and they ain’t high fiving
Picture leaving your family and your face all over the TV when they cut the news on
Cold face and a suit on, now they talking to you at your tombstone

He jumped off the porch, him and his homies getting cash
Moving packs and he was strapped cause any day might be his last, yeah
Lost all in the sauce, felt like a boss cause he was known
Down to risk his life for a block that he don’t even own
Yeah, go home, King, yeah
Your family needs you, so go home, King, ay
The streets don’t need you, that’s not home team
I won’t mislead you, just go home, King, go home, King, yeah

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