Misunderstood, nah, fuck that, they get it now
Pops call my phone, say my fam's saying they getting proud
Asian upstairs neighbors hating every time we getting loud
I go hard as fuck no matter how small or how big the crowd
Same pair of 3's for the whole tour
Trap phone and an iPhone 4
Still gotta do all my old chores
Still from the whole store, hey
Summer, 2012, changed my whole fucking life
Taught me if you finna do some shit you better do it right, yeah
I'm home, I don't really need nothing
I don't really need nothing
I don't really need nothing
I'm home, I don't really need nothing
I don't really need nothing
I don't really need nothing, I'm good
Back on the bus, ask me why I still take that
Girl on my phone, I don't answer, that's payback
Hope I make them bullies all stutter like Mayback
Hit 'em with the stone cold stunner motherfucker, yeah
I got all my niggas with me
Party till the morning, cruise around the city
We ain't into foreign, this is not no belly
Teachers see me out still call me Mister Lizzy
We still working working but we smiling giddy
And we tryna shine until we blow like Diddy
Used to sit on swings while we recited Fifty
Made my momma cry when I was acting shitty, damn
So now I'm taking care, couple of dollars I got it, she got it
Can't wait to pick out the crib she gon' live in
And do the down payment, deposit, big closet
I'm home, and we good as hell
They be cooking all the different smells
Aunties, uncles, little cousins, brothers
All my niggas with me and no undercovers and I know