Back to Myself

Cut people off I had to get back to myself
You got a strap well homie I'm packing myself
Copy the wave you need to get back to yourself
Gave her some game then told her to get back to herself
And I'm back to me with these dead faces
And I'm paranoid I see dead faces
They interrogate but cant break us
My lawyer beating these fed cases

Took of the winter I had to get right with my health
Cause too many nights a nigga ain't feel like his self
Remember the time in my life when nobody would help
You want it done right then you gotta do it yourself
Fuck up the summer you know that I'm back to myself
I might leave the label like fuck it I'm back to myself
I'm making it simple this time so it's not out of context
Give me the covers on Forbes and the covers on complex
I got the wave you better tell em behave
You never see em again and we keep all money in
I'm in the car with the tent hide from the cops when I'm bent
Money i spent never get thrown in the VIP how is that making u lit
I got the stick most of the hittas I know got them a drum with the kick
Never a pick and I just caught me a lick said that I'm going legit
Stay out the mix and i just booked me a trip
You see the clique that I'm with know I'm the shit
You feel the shift this is as real as it gets

Cut people off I had to get back to myself
You got a strap well homie I'm packing myself
Copy the wave you need to get back to yourself
Gave her some game then told her to get back to herself
And I'm back to me with these dead faces
And I'm paranoid I see dead faces
They interrogate but cant break us
My lawyer beating these fed cases

My hittas got your squad up in the scopes
Man ever since a youngin had my back against the ropes
I'm with a thick bad bitch she hit the slope
She be tryna suck my dick I fuck around and make her choke
Then I slide up in that pussy I'ma make it rain
Had her legs around my neck she was pulling on my chain
Man I fucked this bitch insane dont know how many times she done came
Then she really feel the pain I never see that bitch again
Quise hit my line and said this one for Clarity
Don't come to me with your hands out this ain't a charity
Got em all begging for mercy from the severity
Don't know why the fuck you think you compare to me
I got 40 on my wrist I'm really with the shits
I'm really with ya bitch we was fucking at the Ritz
She was jumping in the whip head bobbing in the whip
My homie bobby got the whit if you really know his shit
Boy

Cut people off I had to get back to myself
You got a strap well homie I'm packing myself
Copy the wave you need to get back to yourself
Gave her some game then told her to get back to herself
And I'm back to me with these dead faces
And I'm paranoid I see dead faces
They interrogate but cant break us
My lawyer beating these fed cases



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Writer(s): Marquise Lucas
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