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Alma 16 - Back Home Lyrics

[Verse 1: Dre Wave$]

[Hook: Damon Deion]
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
Tryna find my
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah

[Verse 2: Gavin Parished]
Back home, I been steady grinding
Looking at the stars in their allignment
Praying for a vision, looking for somebody's guidance
My grandparents never wanted me to feel ashamed
Of the name I had to bane, the tones within my veins
I've been feeling kinda hollow
Had to go back home from my mission, no apollo
Now that I'm back, I know what has to follow
Flying to the top just like a mother fucking swallow
Macho, strong enough to hold the world up on my shoulders
The beholders shocked like I killed the king to dеthrone him
Cause I'm out and about, I'm bilingual like a spion
Raps so hard, I spit diamonds not nеon
Little red kid, man who would've thought?
Y'all pulling me up hand in hand like we all praying to God
My verses holy like Christ
You fuck with GP, might be blinded by the lights
Of the almighty spirits within
My vibe perfect, I done found my zen
Old needles in the base and blood across my face
Going back home ain't as easy as they say
But leaving seems harder every day that you stay
Trapped in a box, I don't need to pay for
Past mistakes who's ass I kicked straight out the door
I hung with my dawgs which did give me some closure
Moving as a squad helps me keep my composure
Now I'm feeling better, I recharged my battery
Moving to the top, crackers saying it's blasphemy
I don't got no time for the nonbelievers
Send you home cause my verses cold and give fevers
I ain't with the disrespect, so don't get checked
You coming to my block and we grabbing the tecs
You can bet we moving flat lines like jets, that's GP
You'll need an AMB if you tryna play with me
[Verse 3: Damon Deion]
Coming back like I never left, resident to revenant
Stumbling the streets to the beat of the reverends
Snag a pamphlet with a foot in the sentiment
Though my lap scented with a fifth of Chanel again
Relevant enough, had to vent just to relish it
Not checking chequing, savings or the pen-a-shin
Wild with amazement, I ain't been deaded yet
Razing the leaves, look how crisp the stem’ll get
Petal to the medal on the track, fennel with the cracked peppercorns on the rack
Records in the back playing Mack and B.I.G., immaculate All I need is a slow cook on the crackling
I’m past my prime, but actioning
Clapperboard underused with the ways that I’ve acted since
I’m back to it, hope mom and pop don't hand me licks
Because of how the rap life led elders to stacks of bricks
Homecoming in the front row but I know nothing
Got my page on the wall there, just to show something
No more running, less its fortune 5’s, bring the zeroes up, Tryna be columnized fore the year all up
And I pray that their eyes won’t tear all up
Unless it’s fumes from the rides and the cribs that I buy them
Cruising the 6 like we’re heading to the island
And the rent here still too damn high, the environment supplying
A rise in the lives not living cuz nobody hiring
The home’s where the high is, so find your supplier
A sight for the eyeses seekin out the shire
So go and find it
[Hook: Damon Deion]
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
Tryna find my
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah

[Verse 4: Young Wabo]

[Verse 5: Alma 16]
I got some conditions
One is making sure y’all know I’m prolific
Pure gift of absurd sickness, I’m twisted
Beautiful fantasy can’t script this, a difference
‘Tween me and you
They claiming true, but ain’t OutKast’s
Stating my proof, like D12, yet we’ll outlast
All of these flukes, I’m in that mood and that mode too
What can ya do? That’s nothing, but let the music move you
The bass just keep bumping out the Bluetooth
Banging, singing every word to work but victory is mine surprisingly
All I’m catching is these dubs, what my eyes can see
They be hunting for a buzz like it’s Ivory
But imma be the guy to deny the weak shit
It’s reasons we all have and I’m no exception
Manifesting new progressions is what fuels my obsessions
If I like it, I love it. If I hate it, then it’s fuck it yeah
[Verse 6: Gavin Parished]
I hate it so it's nothing
Back in this bitch, I'm stunting
I'm something special, raw as fuck
Living legend, not made up
I had to remind y'all who's track this is
This ain't no Joey and Steez bitch
It's the world against me
SMEB and GP the new Ye and Mike Dean
Yes you did hear right, we hitting hard, on sight
This was never a fantasy, I stay having visions
Hearing sounds I dreamt of way back as a kid shit
My dreams left my body, manifested reality
Soon as bro agreed I had to change my mentality
Even from the start I was never this inspired
Therapy became the game so I changed my attire
Because now I fit in like blocks in the round holes, wait
Ain't shit changed except how nice I play
Going back home reminded me of who I was
Now I won't settle for less than the throne I belong on

[Hook: Damon Deion]
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
Tryna find my
Way back home, way back home, way back home yeah