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Lyrics

NuTHiN LiKE HoME LYRICS:

(1st Verse)
I pull up in my hood, feeling good foot on pavement.
Memories of a younger me with savage thinking.
But now I’m more complacent,
'Cause the suffering and the pain grew me up in different stages,
Now I’m finally changing.
Everywhere I’m going, they saying
Ish-iLLa, you made it!
Now you live in major!
Now he living major?
Naw, I’m livin cageless.
'Cause I done found the savior.
So, whether you believe it or not,
Look what he raised up.
From Wild Hunnits, Roseland,
Finger High.
Didn’t get to finish,
Struggling, hustling, cold days and nights.
Wasn’t scared to pop you
With the pop you,
Or head up a fight.
All I had was Music, so I turned up WGCI.
Man life was Cruel,
I stole from jewels,
Pumping gas,
Pushing quarter carts
To get some food.
Pizza puffs,
Italian beef’s, and JJ‘s fish.
Deep Dish,
Harold’s chicken,
Man, I missed this!

(Pre-Chorus)
I done died, and I rose up again as a new man.
When I talk about riches, all you see is the dough.
When I say I’m sky high, they thinking that he blowed.
I'M PROUD TO COME UP OUT OF
CHI-TOWN STREETS.
Thank you all, that gave me food to eat.
Everybody know me, know that I didn’t have nothing.
So when you see me standing here, know it’s bigger than money.

(Chorus)
Ain’t nothing,… Ain’t nothing,…
LiKE My HoME.
I’m headed to the crib.
You seen me when I’m broke,
Now it’s time to see me RICH.
Ain’t nothing,… Ain’t nothing,…
NuTHiN LiKE My HoME! My HoME!
I’m headed to the crib.
You seen me when I’m broke,
Now it’s time to see me RICH.

(2nd Verse)
75th Stony Island!
Where I’m born to a sweet mama,
Hood DADDY.
I grew up a real screw-up,
Got introduced to the set,
Learnt lit, my set I threw up!
In the 90s It was loco!
Streets was flooded with that
COKE, cook down,
We hit the streets, eaten.
Soul broker than a shattered knee.
Losing Homies like we losing sleep.
Where could God be?
Them were my questions while I’m serving on the Corner.
Not knowing if I’m next to be a goner.
Fast-forward, then I left the Chi.
My family found me,
“Like we thought you died!”

(Pre-Chorus)
I done died, and I rose up again as a new man.
When I talk about riches, all you see is the dough.
When I say I’m sky high, they thinking that he blowed.
I'M PROUD TO COME UP OUT OF
CHI-TOWN STREETS.
Thank you all, that gave me food to eat.
Everybody know me, know that I didn’t have nothing.
So when you see me standing here, know it’s bigger than money.

(Chorus)
Ain’t nothing,… Ain’t nothing,…
LiKE My HoME.
I’m headed to the crib.
You seen me when I’m broke,
Now it’s time to see me RICH.
Ain’t nothing,… Ain’t nothing,…
NuTHiN LiKE My HoME! My HoME!
I’m headed to the crib.
You seen me when I’m broke,
Now it’s time to see me RICH.

Once upon a time in the Chi before all the skylines.
A migration happened where blacks had to find lives.
Came from the south,
To build life in the Southside.
Help build Chicago, then push to the sidelines.
Segregate them, take their jobs, and leave them broke.
Then you wonder why the shorties is cutthroat.
Running through our veins is generations of pain,
But with that we all just trying to maintain.
That’s the story of Chicago, when one make it, then we all do
Ain’t no faking, man, we stay true.
And all the shorties that was told they were nothing.
You're the greatest and can pass do something,
That can change the world.
I remember those cold days November used to pray
I’ll be a winner and make it through froze winters.
We got a lot of heart in the city I love.
Real solid, never giving up the city I’m FROM.