I'm just an oxy moron in a a song wen I'm straight bent
Intoxicated on sobriety, irony makes sense
I'm tryin' to make a livin', you dyin' to pay the rent
Why you lyin' for forgiveness, when I ain't givin' you shit
My original plan was to live as a starvin' artist, but
Starvin' artist die hungry, dress bummy
OMG, LOL, capital HEO
See a lot of em' talk, half of em' ain't paid
Truthfully I walk it out, like Dre say
Bought my car on 106, but now its missin' like AJ
I played it smart, with a little to the side
Bought a bar in New York, where I sit and swallow my pride.

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I'm home, and they've been missin' me since I've been gone
That's why your misses been hittin' me on my phone
Little man, had a plan, now he grown, not do along for to long
Sing the song everybody,
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
(I'm home)
I know I've been gone for to long, but I'm back, homecoming, ha ha,
I know y'all missed me, don't even play ha ha ha, I'm home now though

I'm back your boy did it
Look how he shitted' on em'
Hes like hard division
Consider him a problem
Subtract me from the game, now that's a bad equation
Add the fact, this industry's wack, now check your calculations
Hes the equivalent of Mc2, multiplied by eight kimbos, plain and simple
When im not to the nearest tenth hell, its just a waist of time
I'm stingy, I only make sense to myself
If wealth was the truth, then it should by a mans happiness
Why the hell you think I'm smilin' so hard while I'm rappin' this
Eye yos fuckin' ne yo, the whole world got there eye balls in my e-hole
And that's why I keep the lies all close by, cause currency is dirty
Especially when you got it stacked miles high
They say money changed me, that's a no no
I just don't roll with bums, no hobo

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(Man gym class heroes is a real problem, you needa recognize that y'all was actin' funny while is was gone, now we back ha ha ha ha)

You tried livin' in the fast lane, but couldn't reach the pedals
Now your so called life not as cool as Jared Ledos
I give this whole rap game a purple tonsil (wow)
Now that's what you get for acting hostel
You can bite the hand that feeds you, but when it bites back
You gon' get arrested development cuffs and cardiac
I'm in my prime going harder than I should soo (uhhh)
You little bastards takin' orders like good burger
Spittin' Snapple facts, that's nonsense
Read a couple books and you call yourself conscience
The only reason I've been sleeping on music lately
'Cause y'all aint makin' nuthin' slightly close to entertaining
But that's entertaining, this is history
If you ain't on my level, don't even get at me
Literally, I am what, you have been waiting for
Gym class is now in session
You ain't gotta wait no more

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Writer : ROBERTS, DAVID / CRUISE, BOB
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, BUG MUSIC OBO RED PIG PUBLISHING