Juicy J, Project Pat - Make It Home (feat. Project Pat)

They be askin' me, man, why I be smokin' so much weed all the time Every day, I step out the house, man, I be feelin' like You never know, man, never know what's gon' happen Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off Somebody set this city on fire, what the fuck is goin' on? Got no time for bullshit, I'm just tryna make it home Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down I had to switch up the route, I go with my first mind Boy, I never had a doubt, never pull up unannounced We might pull them choppers out (yeah, yeah) (We might pull them choppers out) I don't wanna have to do it, push me and I gotta do it But I rather rap 'cause I know you niggas is Ratatouille Every day, I wake up to the paper like I'm married to it I might have to take my pinky ring and add some carats to it I might shoot a movie 'bout my life, motion picture shit Two hundred thou' for a show, still reppin' Triple 6 Memphis, prayin' for my city, we need peace All these years in the field, trade my Louis in for cleats Mama cryin', it's a shame, it's a filthy game These young niggas shootin' them switches like they in Ukraine YN caught a body, finally got his stripe In the courtroom, he fainted, judge gave him life, damn Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off Somebody set this city on fire, what the fuck is goin' on? Got no time for bullshit, I'm just tryna make it home Yeah, yeah, niggas tryna bring me down I had to switch up the route, I go with my first mind Boy, I never had a doubt, never pull up unannounced We might pull them choppers out (we might pull them choppers out) A whole lot of money bring a whole lot of jealousy Let the chopper chop, that's a whole lot of felonies They see you got the sauce, niggas try to steal your recipe Toe taggin', baggin' for whoever try to test a G Memphis shit, Memphis shit, that cutthroat Memphis shit Country niggas, gold teeth, diamonds, we been with this shit Or get your bitch down to the room, nigga, it's a flick If she pillow talkin' 'bout your stash, nigga, it's a lick Hoes actin' childish, niggas out here wildin' Got them haters mad, they don't wanna see you smilin' Man, what kind of shit is that? Prayin' for your downfall When a nigga poppin' then they on you like a hound dog Fake shit'll get you in the hole like a groundhog Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all Let a couple of rounds off, leave you where I found y'all Steady dodgin' chicken heads, drippin', I got duck sauce I turned to a businessman, street shit, had to cut it off