Lyrics of Vocab Slick – Get Home

—1st Verse—

I’m hearing whispers in the streets
Telling me ta come home-
Barely 18 pocket
Stuffed full a stones-
A couple more zones
Then the re up is strong-
I’m Seein Scotty in the Monte
Shoes covered in chrome-
Cloned phones no cones
But the traffic was on-
Warm 40 0
had ta blow off the foam-
radio in the zone
plotting how ta get on-
Free styling in the cypher
TIL like 6 in the morn-
Young boy grown before da legend
And all the sins to atone-
Before the stressing and the cases
Got all stacked up and thrown-
Before the world ate him up
And Chewed his flesh to the bone-
His Only worry in life
being late ta get home-
Come on

—2nd Verse—

I gained influence
Found a way ta move fluid-
Energized by the hustle
And my ability ta move through it-
Found stability in instability
Guess I was being foolish-
Over indulged while
Being Under the influence-
Reality was slipping
Getting harder ta see clear-
Created distance with
My family didn’t want me ta be near-
I Kept hands at 10 & 2
It got easy ta steer clear-
I was Scared ta ask for help
Afraid they wouldn’t hear it sincere-
Up hill battle had find the
Momentum on my own-
Over come any obstacle
Ta prevent me from keeping on- 10
Found myself locked in cell
Facing all the sins to atone-
Wishing my only worry
Was being late ta get home- 12

——Chorus——
Lost in da hustle
Trying ta make that single double-
Everybody love you
TIL you stumble fall or fumble-
Then you stuck out on ya own
Left ta wiggle through the the struggle-
It’s harder to get home
Wit No direction through the jungle-