Bas - Home Alone LYRICS

Dedicated to the niggas that switched
Dedicated to the women I miss
Dedicated to the one that I love
Never straying, I ain’t fucking up this
Dedicated to my niggas that stayed
With me, even through my questionable ways
Dedicated to the seeds that we growing
World revolve around this family I raised

I ain’t a killer but don’t slip up and tempt me
I paint a picture like I’m into da Vinci
The rain done filled up on ’em, India and Sicily
I was young and not developed yet mentally
Mommy, Daddy arguing in the living room
I would come to learn that some things ain’t meant to be
Guess I’m destined for a childhood of solitude
Introverted ’cause there’s nobody listening
Father figure wasn’t on television screens
Told me stories everyday that was riveting
Homicidal niggas die over anything
All my idols either rapping or pivoting
On the sofa every day, I resemble Macaulay Culkin
While my momma delivering
Home alone without the mansion
I’m glancing out windows, making sure no robbers is visiting

Paranoid ’cause I know the city is wild
I seen this shit with my own eyes
First time I remember a nigga tryna break in our crib late at night, I was five
Head tired, I call for my momma, somehow in that moment I realized
We were sitting ducks
No man in the house, just two kids and her
And aware that the nigga don’t give a fuck, better toughen up

And it seem like that shit stuck with me
Keep your guard up, don’t fuck with me
Niggas better know what’s up with me
What’s up with me
And it seem like that shit stuck with me
Keep your guard up, don’t fuck with me
Niggas better know what’s up with me

Still recall coldest nights, dodging bullet showers
It ain’t all black-and-white like a Kurosawa
Got the money and fame but we took the power
Spent it all, made it back, blew a million dollars
Went to school, scholarship, but I wasn’t a scholar
I dropped out, I was hustlin’, didn’t tell my father
He was proud, I’m ashamed, I had broke my honor
Ducking Jackboys and D-Tecs, they tuckin’ collars
T&T twice a week was a fuckin’ problem
But you reap what you sow, I made coats of armor
GCP – LIE was my road to karma
Sleepless nights dropping loads off from home to Harlem
Though my pockets was hungry, my soul was starving
Didn’t reach my potential ’til Cole came calling
Gave me space to reflect when the tour had started
Couldn’t waste or neglect, had a bigger callin’

Almost died
Saw the flash of life
Calling home from the afterlife
Crime pays, almost paid the price
Momma told me she prayed that my life spared
Devil on my shoulder
Like a boulder
But just when I needed you, God, you was right there
In my corner like Cus D’Amato, Iron Mike, from a city where nobody fights fair
Yeah, yeah