[Intro]
Yeah
My house

[Verse 1]
My house is broken
Still reminisce on the times my friends were curious about the -
Giant holes in the walls n' no wonder I was tryna -
Get out from the projects, bought my momma groceries
Rose from the cold, a flower in October
That's the vibe locally, never inviting a homie or most the kids
Always denied where I'm sposed to be, always the guy with lowest in-
Come, but I guess in the end it paid off
Crazy, economically stable is betting on jobs
And as much as I'm respecting my pops
I never want to look in my kid's eyes
And tell 'em this is it, what a sick life

[Hook]
This is my house, you can keep out
This is my house, you'll get kicked 'round
This is my house with its ripped lounge
This is my house, what it's been 'bout
This is my house, you can re-route
This is my house, where I speak foul
This is my house, where I stick now
This is my house, where I live now

[Verse 2]
Nobody knows me better than these walls
That and the ghost of Nicole Simpson
Dead in my home, on pills and some gin tho'
Definitely chosen to risk it all, gringo
I've always been into the Wi-fi, the white lights of the sci-fi
Eighteen years later it's my rhymes, a slick teenager with a bright mind
Hate teachers' papers so I bribed mine, no 9-5 or knife fights
When you leave I pray that you lock the door, wave at you like ''bye bye''
And it's my right to re-try to re-write my revival
A deep dive in the B-sides of a mean guy, a bit spiteful, a dick icon

[Hook]
This is my house, you can keep out
This is my house, you'll get kicked 'round
This is my house with its ripped lounge
This is my house, what it's been 'bout
This is my house, you can re-route
This is my house, where I speak foul
This is my house, where I stick now
This is my house, where I live now

[Verse 3]
Do you wanna visit? Do you wanna see the fucking slittings on my wrist
I've been keepin' really hidden, they so hideous
I'm sensitive but thinking there's a bitch inside my system'll lead to censorship
I better keep my mouth shut, that's how I'm used to
Used to livin' in my house, blew tubes leaking on the ground
Miss 'em when I'll move out
Product of my environment, probably quite violent
Poverty's like balance to offer me a guide right when
Economy's liked silence and copped a lease high salary
The common peeps' white knight that - that at most'll reach five thousands