Dirty Up - Home lyrics

[Verse 1] Talk is cheap, that's my philosophy Rap God, worshiped by Constantine f** what I ought to be Steady rolling strains of potent, f** living properly Marking out my property, clouded by the soundscapes Far from being famous, staying focused on the ground made b**h I think I'm coming up, starting to stake my own place Move across a country but I stay repping my home state [Verse 2] Rest my feet on the throne Wait till the fame and I make it back home Ingleside where I ride and the Bay's what I know Got love for the city, the block I was grown Live from the hood but I ain't toting chrome Keeping it based, hit Lil B on my phone And if you don't like me f** you and your folks Purp in my bowl and I'm about to go ghost Riding around in my town, give me that crown, I need it now Taking some dank to the brow, flexed all in wets and I think I might drown Riding around in my town, give me that crown, I need it now Taking some dank to the brow, flexed all in wets and I think I might drown Wow [Verse 3] I'm blunted Smoking it down until it's nothing Maybe one day I'll be f**ing with tussin Till then I'm producing to keep myself funded, f** it Haphazardly crafting the pieces of masters You don't go hard, you're flaccid, I'm plastered You stay half a**ing then ask where your a**ets b**h I'm the best, and I solely drop cla**ics Tabs of acid for breakfast Be that young lord and you better respect it f** wearing a necklace, I aim where your neck is b**h show me some reverence, don't question my methods f** you and your flexin Came from CA and the Bay's what I'm reppin Putting in work and I'm earning that pension Till I'm high in the sky like I vibe with the Jetsons