作词 : Travis Thompson/Nima Abbassi 作曲 : Travis Thompson/Nima Abbassi Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, okay, okay Got m*******a all in my palms Got honey mustard all on my jeans Got Based God slappin' in my car Whole block yellin' "**** KD" Got a list full of all my wrongs Tryina right 'em 'fore my god take me Got a scraper and I'm ready, rolling hella ******' heavy Through the city screaming, "Forgive me" Got commas coming, you can bet on that Used to run around, let my headphones slap Used to hit them licks with all my friends and then My big homie pawn that s**t, then we split that cash Used to sit in back, sending texts like, "Hey Take a pic of that, send that s**t my way" Used to talk big game like, "*****, run my fade" But I'm soft as ****, you know my ass got laid The **** I let go, got beefs calling my mom She give me them whoopings when I get her home Like I didn't just get my ass beat at the park But it's cool, swear it's cool, I get love, now I'm on that She come to the shows and take shots with the fans Got licked from the belt when got caught with the grams Now I burn 'em with confidence all on my porch You come home and I'm grown and I do it all for it Singing I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father, forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father, forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today If I die before I wake, if I go before you do Pray to god my family's straight I'll pass 'em down a house or two My grandson know his papa was a ******' legend in these streets They play me out apartment windows Soundtrack every metro seat Tapatio still on my popcorn Ride around, still calling shotgun Never really gave the homies gas money But I'm whipping, now I'm screaming that I got us 'Cause the homies, they knew I had something special, and I knew it, too I tell 'em to give me some time when we all gon' be straight Gon' be hoes at them shows, and a boat for the lake Ah damn, oh god, now daddy say we warriors We from the res, we beat that cancer, beat addiction, **** with us We let too many dudes with no money talk, it was failin' So, I'm silent when I move and the numbers speak for me now I'm coming I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father, forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father, forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today I'm coming home, make a place for me Let the love inside, take the hate in me Father, forgive me Father, father for my ways If yesterday was wrong, I'll write 'em down today