Back and Hittin' Different
And we b-b-b-back
Thank you everybody for coming to this Three Man remix
And now it's time that I show you what the next year's gonna look like
Okay I'm back and hitting different, been shifting my interests
Been becoming a savior to each and all of you dipshits
This is not just an interest, this is my religion
Taking off as a spectacle, one day you'll see the vision
I am the new edition, soul from every instrument
Solely cause this game is what pulled me outta the trenches
Ditching all those who dipping, focused on my precision
Dealing with the facts, and then you're gonna see where there's division
Speaking on these additions, Imma multiply that
Very scary, contrary to my last shit, no more packs
I been with them fire albums, sprayed and bodied em like axe
Had a point to prove, I did it on my own I never asked
Back after eight weeks with a new plan of attack
Attack, come back, no survivors after these tracks
Thank you God, mom and dad and family for spending racks
With me to get my talent honed, and show these fools how to act
Some of y'all acting clueless, let me bring you a reminder
You are nothing without that team of fuckasses behind you
I am the gift of God of showing the Boro how I'm rhyming
And all these mothafuckin checks are gonna get me out of Carolina
Victory lap behind ya, on a track I ran the mile back
Crying bout the times where mama couldn't get a smile crack
Came back one night plastered, I didn't wanna rewind that
Now I'm getting better, getting clean and getting my grind back
I'm taking my life back, and I'm on that fuck you, pay me
I am better than you motherfuckers after eight weeks
I'm above all the over-dramatic BS we spit on Tate Street
I am supplementing the most, you're just the filling in pastries
Got something to say, square up and fucking face me
Like it or not I'm winning, none of y'all can erase me
Dropped the ball for a while, now I'm picking up the pacing
No longer rushing, my time will come, you can keep on speed racing bitch
So it's back now to the Boro
This time we steady and killing this shit thorough
Jim Gordon on beats and on my Batman in my hero
Deputy of this shit, I'm running the rap Bureau
See my face on them screens and landing on a mural
Anyone wanna hop on my shit need a referral
Fuck Mikey, Raf, Don I'm the leader of the turtles
For every time I climbed over the highest hurdles
This year I'm snagging a degree
I'm moving out, expanding the width of my pedigree
You ain't gotta follow if you can't seem to agree
This shit is measured in Celsius and 100 degrees
This time I ain't looking to entertain or please
I write what I want, not aiming to appease
Only do it for myself to bring my conscience some ease
So sit back and keep listening, we own 2019, mothafuckah
That's how you do a fuckin one take, bitch
Thank you everybody for coming to this Three Man remix
And now it's time that I show you what the next year's gonna look like
Okay I'm back and hitting different, been shifting my interests
Been becoming a savior to each and all of you dipshits
This is not just an interest, this is my religion
Taking off as a spectacle, one day you'll see the vision
I am the new edition, soul from every instrument
Solely cause this game is what pulled me outta the trenches
Ditching all those who dipping, focused on my precision
Dealing with the facts, and then you're gonna see where there's division
Speaking on these additions, Imma multiply that
Very scary, contrary to my last shit, no more packs
I been with them fire albums, sprayed and bodied em like axe
Had a point to prove, I did it on my own I never asked
Back after eight weeks with a new plan of attack
Attack, come back, no survivors after these tracks
Thank you God, mom and dad and family for spending racks
With me to get my talent honed, and show these fools how to act
Some of y'all acting clueless, let me bring you a reminder
You are nothing without that team of fuckasses behind you
I am the gift of God of showing the Boro how I'm rhyming
And all these mothafuckin checks are gonna get me out of Carolina
Victory lap behind ya, on a track I ran the mile back
Crying bout the times where mama couldn't get a smile crack
Came back one night plastered, I didn't wanna rewind that
Now I'm getting better, getting clean and getting my grind back
I'm taking my life back, and I'm on that fuck you, pay me
I am better than you motherfuckers after eight weeks
I'm above all the over-dramatic BS we spit on Tate Street
I am supplementing the most, you're just the filling in pastries
Got something to say, square up and fucking face me
Like it or not I'm winning, none of y'all can erase me
Dropped the ball for a while, now I'm picking up the pacing
No longer rushing, my time will come, you can keep on speed racing bitch
So it's back now to the Boro
This time we steady and killing this shit thorough
Jim Gordon on beats and on my Batman in my hero
Deputy of this shit, I'm running the rap Bureau
See my face on them screens and landing on a mural
Anyone wanna hop on my shit need a referral
Fuck Mikey, Raf, Don I'm the leader of the turtles
For every time I climbed over the highest hurdles
This year I'm snagging a degree
I'm moving out, expanding the width of my pedigree
You ain't gotta follow if you can't seem to agree
This shit is measured in Celsius and 100 degrees
This time I ain't looking to entertain or please
I write what I want, not aiming to appease
Only do it for myself to bring my conscience some ease
So sit back and keep listening, we own 2019, mothafuckah
That's how you do a fuckin one take, bitch
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Writer(s): Riley Hough
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