What I Came Home For

We need that real shit, not that fake shit
We need that love shit, not that hate shit
We need that new shit, not that old shit
That type of shit that makes you wanna move ya soul shit
We need that dream shit, we need that Queens shit
We need that fam shit, we need that team shit
We need that walk shit, not that talk shit
That East Coast shit
That New York shit

That's what I came home for.
That's what I was born for.

We need that hype shit, we need that tight shit
We need that shit that makes you wanna live ya life shit
We need that day shit, we need that night shit
We need that dark shit, we need that light shit
We need that rich shit, we need that poor shit
We need that hustle, that grind, that raw shit
We need more shit, not less shit
We need a classic, we need the best shit.

That's what I came home for.
That's what I was born for.

We need that hardcore, we need that bounce shit
We need that make you wanna chug your 40 ounce shit
We need that groove shit, make you move shit
We need that aura vibration that smooth shit
That's how I do shit, get on your job shit
Utilize that word of mouth and that blog shit
We need to show strength and numbers that mobb shit
We need that transformation, that god shit
Before my name get engraved into the headstone
And then I head home I push it to the red zone
Granted my feet are planted expanding the culture
Watching for the vultures and the poachers that approach us
Before my pockets bulging and I get what I indulge in
See the blood sweat and tears in my clothing
Before the superhero beware of the villain
The lineside Donna, SAMO, B. Ware & The Children

That's what I came home for.
That's what I was born for.