(Homebwoi):
Ah Homebwoi
Verse One (Killer Mike):
Back to Techwood, Perry Homes, Thomasville, Mechanicsville. Forever hollah East Lake, Boat Rock, Red Oak what it is. And, what it is, is that immaculate dirty south southern shit. Last night I was trappin’ white, but this right here’s butter bitch. Bustin’ out my jeans, gotta bomb of dime size of butter beans. Plus screen, hydrocodine, methamphetamines, other things. Dope men and dope boys I employ for real. Gotta nick spot that move more rocks than Paul Wall’s grill. My dime spot bought the drop top, wood floors, woman on grille. Don’t name drop let a real car connoisseur show you what it is. Hey, CEO of the streets, Grind Time, rap game, Killa mane. If I gotta go back still whippin’ cane shit’ll never change. Yeah!
Chorus (Dyce Payne):
I still be workin’. I still be hustlin’ yeah. I still be grindin’ like I ain’t got nothin’ yet. Got me like hooo! Got me like cool. That’s what I do! That’s what I do. Things’ll never change. Things’ll never change. Never change. Never change.
Verse Two (Homebwoi):
I trap, you trap, we trap, we slang them Percs, that soft, that gas, propane. We be ridin’ leather with the wood. Paint wet now they wanna steal it. She’ll suck a dick up til she hiccup in the pickup, let you fill up, just so she can feel it. From the Grip town up to Ellenwood, back to Forest Park sittin’ pretty. To water boys gettin’ money, to the strippers shakin’ ass in the city. Used to flaunt a pocket full of money with the heater askin’ what it hit fo’. At the bando, pull a kick door. Now, we make plays with the Crypto. Richer than I ever been. With a pad and Pen I’ll create a slick flow. Don’t play no games ‘bout my wife and kids, watch me turn this bitch into a shit show. Comin’ at me shawty sit yo ass on the pine, maintain. Copped the Rolly it was plain Jane. I’m hopin’ that this shit will never change. For real!