Different versions of this song have been out a few times on a few different mixtapes. This is the final one
lyrics
Home, Sweet, Home
(Chorus)
Can I take you to my special place I call Home Sweet Home,
And I know you love me. That’s my Home Sweet Home,
And I know you love me. That’s my
(Verse 1)
Some people would say “Top, don’t rep where you from”
They deaf and dumb—like I’m not Monroe’s son,
Like I ain’t sprung from them same schools when I was young,
Like the Sun don’t shine on these backwood slums,
You should come; my home sweet home; this is where I roam,
Northside Monroe: where all roads lead to Rome,
North 18th running like a mainstreet,
I almost died crossing that bitch during the school week,
I keep it honest my city made my honest,
My city made me like onyx so to my city here’s homage,
I’ve went to school with some since the 5th grade,
I even know some like family in this way,
I loved some of them, fucked some of them, fought some of them,
That lets you know a little where I’m coming from,
318; upper part of the Pelican State,
Right ‘round where The Boot top takes shape is my
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
A love/hate relationship in my eyes is how I would describe,
My ties to Roe City if I summarized,
I made up my mind way back in time I wanted somethin’ for mine,
I knew this city won’t provide me, (Top)
So I’m walking this tightrope between putting on a moving on where I’ll grow,
Making fans here hard—I know,
At seventeen rapping got booed at Apollo,
I ain’t let it stop me, knock me, or shift,
But shit, I couldn’t help feeling amiss,
Pissed, dismissed, hit, wanting to quit,
But, I flipped that quick—put out another disc, Yeah
That’s that bounce back… I found that,
With any obstacles I can trounce that,
First semester home from college I was glad I left,
But Monroe, to me, never nothing less than
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Yeah, some people would say “Top don’t rep where you from!”
They deaf and dumb—like I’m not Monroe’s son,
Like the levees ain’t down my street,
Like when I’m in whip I don’t even drive through the East,
Like the Southside don’t house some of peeps,
Like I ain’t take trips through Robinson Place each week,
Under my feet is the same soil that the Ouachita drug in,
Same Ouachita during Katrina that flooded,
Catch me on Reddix with Will and his lil’ cousin,
Or in Cypress scoring Reggie for the puffin’,
No disrespect to the West or nothing,
But I only crossed Lee Joyner for a bitch,
The movies, to eat, or to kick it with Chris,
You see Epps made a beast when my dude’s on the beat,
And I’m a pro with the flow from the Roe,
Not even close to born here, but you know,
This is my
Born 9/14/90. From Monroe, LA. I started taking Rap seriously at 18. I rap about things that happen in my life and what I
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