Artist: J. Cole Album: The Come Up (Mixtape) Song: Homecoming Typed by: AZ Lyrics Uh, yeah Uh, uh-huh Yeah I'm I-95 cruising, with the sun in my eyes In the south, dog, my momma ain't seen her son in awhile Yea, I'll sure is Can't wait to see my niggaz and fuck with my old chicks Can't wait to cruise the city, be catching them old grins Same niggaz, same place, doing the same old shit Yea, so nigga watch it! A nigga been in NY tryna get some bigger pockets You still up in the ville, tryna make it in the trap I'm finna put us on the map; I told you I was coming back, Cause Yeah, so make way, the prince of the city, ain't a street I can't stay You niggaz is hatin, ' just be happy I ain't changed Blunts rolled to the murk, we all want the same thing And that's- money to feed us, yup We pray to God, but, we ain't tryna meet Him yet, haha! Yea, If I never.. Nigga, man Actually that is a bad idea, my nigga Cause uh Na na na Now I'm a always come home It's where a nigga was grown Where a nigga was shown How to scrap, yup Shown how to mack, yup Sold a whole lot of crack, yup Juggling them hoes There was a whole lot of that, yup Momma work to the bone Putting clothes on my back I'm coming home to give everything I owe to her back, yea Yea I swear they say, man Yea yeah Shout to the whole ville! Of course, so real! Uh If I never.. If I never went home again "Hello?, chill out nigga, what's up, boy? Yeah, I just touched down man I'm over off Ramsey and shit Aiight, well look I'm about to go check out my mom's man What's jumping for tonight? Oh the Live? I'm in there, nigga"