Welcome Home Son (feat. Tyler, The Creator & Casey Veggies)

Ridin round town same old seven stilo

Nigga couldn't change you could blame it on my ego

Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low

Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw

Game time nigga even if get the rebound

Hoes tryna figure where I be now

But that love shit ain't somethin I don't see now

Lost, still profound, and every day it go down

My niggas got a name now

These other niggas lame now

So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now

Nigga Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse

Came in killin ain't even need to rehearse

Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse

And I ain't just kill it man I put it in a hearse, I'm back home

Suck it up, cock it up

Time is when the clock is up

Cause you don't have to talk for us to chop it up (chop it up?)

Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm

For me not to get inside your face I'm the newest dermatologist

Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it

From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin

Swallow it, clean it off, polish it

Axe you up in the back of my shack, fuck some hollow tips

Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow shit

The Kids used to tease now I'm hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend

I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the passenger

To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk

My only fucking way to calm down, the view of dead folk

"This movie fuckin sucks"

Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the fuck up and work magic with esophagus