Making my way home, home, home
It’s been a long road, it’s been a long road
I’m making my way home
Put ma niggas on this ship
We’re making our way home
Making my way home

Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga

I been in the cut ma nigga
Came for the liquor
Came for the J like Dilla
Came with a bottle I could fill up
Came for the bread of the winner
Came like Mike in thriller
Talkin’ to the man in the mirror
Dreams that I made it to the villa
Get your dollar bill up
Shit ain't free in the land of the free
Go figure, go figure
Nothin’ like bad money when your 9 to 5 don't pay
Rap stars talkin’ 'bout slanging that ‘caine
But this side cold
Man, this ain't no joke
Niggas shoot for the loot so they could see the next day
E’rybody ask why I still ain't pop
I'm still selling hope to ma niggas in the gutter
Put my partners on a ship, take 'em out to Hollywood
Ghetto niggas ridin’ Cali and we screamin’ out

Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga

I been in the cut my nigga
Where the doors all locked
And the hope ain't free
Who gon' sell those dreams
That we all really need
Imma take that task
Put it all on me
Man, I'm feeling your sentiments
So I wrote what was evident
This shit is heaven sent
The voice of a pessimist
Who rose from the concrete
But sometimes I sink deep
Deep in my own thoughts
I hope I don't go wrong
And so I try to do this so gracefully
Be the voice that you say you need
Imma ride with you faithfully
Sharing all that you gave to me
Even if it ain't safe to me
Even if they say, “save it please”
Ain’t no way we gon’ let it be, no way
And this ain't no hype track
But y'all could hype that
The woes of ma dawgs, it feel like Iraq
I tell these long tales anytime that I rock
Opening the doors to the souls that I touch
If I could wish for one thing it’s to see ma dawgs fly
Couple dollars in they hands, let ma niggas get high
Homie get fly while you tryna get by
Life's too short to put it all on standby
Let the world standby while you gunnin’ for it
I’ll be good if ma mama ain’t gotta worry
I’ll be good if I never got another damn phone call from ma homie
Tryna hustle me and talkin’ ‘bout

Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga

Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the cut, ma nigga
Too many, many, cold nights
I been in the dark, ma nigga
I been in the cut, ma…

I’m making my way home
It’s been a long road, it’s been a long road
I’m making my way home
Making our way home
Making my way home