Mike Dimes – Home (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2022-02-18

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Watch the new music video for Mike Dimes’ song, “Home”, co-produced by Zuri & cvleb. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Mike Dimes Home

Mike Dimes Home

All throughout 2021, Texas artist Mike Dimes put on a clinic for hip-hop fans in the South. He is a man who is always putting on for where he is from and his energetic, yet lyrical singles have enticed new listeners to check out his music. In 2022, Dimes is eager to show people what he can do, and with In Dimes We Trust dropping next month, the artist has blessed us with a brand new single called “Home.”

On this track, Dimes hits us with ear-capturing production and some extremely air-tight flows that showcase his abilities. Throughout the track, Dimes flexes his newfound status in the music world, all while expressing his pride for being from Texas. The lyrics are braggadocios yet playful, and overall, it is a solid introduction to the artist, if you’re not familiar with his work already.

Mike Dimes – Home (prod. Zuri & cvleb)

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D’USSE and Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin’ bezels, every level

[Verse 1]
Me and Cinco push that two-door coupe
Ain’t none of this shit rented
Servin’ vicious, fuck your favorite rapper
Hope he get offended
I was trippin’ off that hoe before but promise I ain’t trippin’
I was trippin’ off them Ksubi jeans but now my closet drippin’
Designer, got a bag and I couldn’t be prouder (Nah)
Drop a song and your status went nada (Nah)
In the booth if I’m tryna get proper (Yeah)
I was a schoolboy just tryna get collard greens
Homie outside with Alicia Keys
I make money from mics, they make money from fiends (Yeah)
[?] got me them tickets at Regal
So fuck what’s illegal
I’m different, I really ain’t get a handout
I know half of these rappers were gimmicks (On gang)
I write my own lyrics, I bought my own pen
All the [?], all my songs, screamin’ “Fuck your opinion”
No need for a nigga to say that I’m winnin’
It’s fuck everybody, the way I been feelin’
I got me a bitch and my bitch got a bitch (On God, on God)
So they down for a threesome, nigga (On God)

[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D’USSE and Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin’ bezels, every level

[Verse 2]
Switch a Lambo’ for a Chevy, backseat heavy from that heavy
Want a bad bitch with the fetti, when she ready, bitch, I’m ready
Fuck the sex, I want that Becky, gimme Becky if you let me
I whip slow, my cook game steady, turn that boy into spaghetti
I could ask a partner in my camp to handle somethin’
They just do it like they beefin’ with Adidas (Yeah)
Bitches poppin’ pussy for the same skinny nigga droppin’ music
Ain’t nobody have believe it (Yeah)
Took a couple Ls, I ain’t tweakin’
I got money to help all my reasons (Yeah)
I got shorties from all major regions
I jumped in the water and claimin’ the deep end (Hold on)
Different money I’m countin’ onm shorties I’m poundin’ on
I know them niggas is pissed
I’ma put a new Patek on by my bitch silicone
Then I’ma double again
Niggas ain’t solid, I don’t claim a friend
Because when I was knockin’, you ain’t let me in
Niggas lose vision all over the pussy
Respect the whole gang ‘fore a blue Benjamin
Witness everyone say that I’m up
I was stuck at the bottom, you ain’t give a fuck
I don’t care for a bitch, I ain’t searchin’ for love
And I ain’t trust a soul if he ain’t from above
I ain’t surfin’ the wave, I got lost, fuck a [?]
When I got in the game, I was shit out of luck
They would look at my pain and they ain’t help me up
If you mention my name, say, “I don’t give a fuck” (Bitch)

[Chorus]
This young boy from Texas so excuse my grammar
Big booty my standards, D’USSE and Fanta
If I’m in the scene, I’m flexin’ in the camera
Check my fellas, we all flock the same
We birds of the same feather
We together, this forever, switchin’ bezels, every level

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