Henry J Coker Jr and Robert Hodge Jr - Back Home Again

Back from the future, suited, booted, loaded wait to shoot cha, I approach ya, posted like a poster near ya block and looted.
Flyer than a pilot getting higher, why not admire, giving you the best of me like Mya, semiauto fired.
Hitting every spot to rock ya veins purest form of wired.
Can't ya feel electric travel from this baseline to your Brain,
Fresh off hiatus, sorry Henry left ya all alone, with the wrong, type niggas disrespecting microphones.
Passing out eviction notice, corny rappers, have a seat.
Labels sign ya kind no liability plus y'all ain't street.
No authentication, can't be verified you niggas weak.
Coka turn to Kruger he'll out do ya kill ya in ya sleep,
Pussy ass rappers wake up crying after wetting sheets.
Bet no recognition for your bitchin when I drop this heat.
Henry's Homeeeee, tell a friend to friend I got ya beat.
So damn good it's homicide before you try reply Kapesh.

Listen to the words I speak the ink I spill,
I tell'em Henry's Home and this shitz Real,

Listen to the words I speak the ink I spill
I tell'em Henry's Home and this shitz Real
I tell'em Henrys Home and ops best chill.

Henry's Homeeeee, I'm back in town,
I track ya down, action packed, lay that shit now,
Move slowly or that ratchet growl,
Brought fire for ya smoke, slash tires so ya folks, know ya stuck wtf, swing higher for ya throats.
Step back crooked smile gone talk that now.
The last dragon how I spit, flows mastered how I whip,
Slowly cooked crack then I lay it on this here!
What's that laying on his hip, something heavy hollow tips.
By tomorrow every borugh shall come follow guns to spare.
Lumps sums of $ faces covered up to scare,
We back shit down, attached clips now, deliver 30 rounds out its nut sack wow, spitting babies on her blouse she won't drink that crown,
Royal pains when you find ya bitch cat pound.

Listen to the words I speak the ink I spill,
I tell'em Henry's Home and this shitz Real,

Listen to the words I speak the ink I spill
I tell'em Henry's Home and this shitz Real
I tell'em Henrys Home and ops best chill

Written by:
ROBERT HODGE JR, HENRY COKER

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Henry J Coker Jr and Robert Hodge Jr

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