I'm Back

You ain't never been on that level
You ain't never been with that shit
You ain't poppin' off with no clips, homie
Just poppin' off at them lips
You collagen, you ain't living proof
You a hologram and we see it through
You say it's true, keep it one hundred
You Jackie Chan, you ain't been stuntin'
But all the sudden you ballin'
And all them hoes'll keep callin'
The only keys you turned over, homie
Is when your car'll keep stallin'
So why the fuck is you rappin' like
And you actin' like you on?
You ain't paid the cost
You ain't been the boss
So what kind of bucks have you shown, nigga?
You ain't cuttin' no checks
Poppin' tags, nah, you ain't fresh
So why the hell is you rappin' like
And you actin' like you next?
You talkin' big, and you takin' pics
And you tellin' chicks you a star
In the fast life, in the fast lane
But how you do that with no car, nigga?
Don't get it twisted
You ain't what the game's missin'
Say that you been winnin'
Got a buzz, nonexistent
That memo, we didn't get it
Sayin' you the realest in rap
You keep sayin' you back, nigga
Where the fuck was you at?
Screamin'

I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years

Keepin' it real, keepin' it real
Everybody's always keepin' it real
Talkin' 'bout your Glock, and the shots on your block
Oh my god, you gon' run out of people to kill
Your enemies, your enemies
Boy, why you got so many enemies?
And what's the common theme
Among all your haters?
The denominator?
Could you tell me please?
Oh, they're hatin' on you?
Hatin' on you?
Everybody's always hatin' on you
And they're all just jealous
Of your lofty endeavors
'Cause you always tell us
How you're making moves
Like, this my year, this my year
Rappers always got a lot of big ideas
On a rocket to the top
You gon' take your spot
'Til it's January first and you're still right here
With all these hoes
All these hoes
Damn, playa, look at all your hoes
But you don't love 'em
They just want your dough
You're the next to blow
And they already know
That you're different
Yeah, you're different
You don't follow trends, you're just being yourself
Same as every other rap record on the shelf, huh?
Different, just like everybody else
But you that dude
You that dude
The proof is right there in your new tattoo
But in case they forget
You'll remind 'em again
'Cause it's printed on your shirt
And your cool hat, too
I'm back
Wait a minute, buddy, you ain't never even been here
You keep saying how you spit
But we know you're full of shit
On account of how we never see you in here

I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years

Oh, you swagtastic
Your mass appeal got you banging an actress
Or a model
Pop a bottle
Mollywhop it to the neck, then swallow
Oh shit, you finna make it rain
Like Money May
I'ma be in that bitch with a fishing net
Goin' cray-cray
Tryin'a get all my bills paid
What's that, you ain't worried 'bout nothin', huh?
You ain't worried 'bout nothin'?
Let me wet my beak like Don Chi Chi
If you don't mind me, I'ma take a little somethin'
Maybe your watch, maybe your chain
Wait, you wear a size eight?
Ain't no way I could fit in them J's
Oh dear, you finna pop the trunk
When you spot the funk
You just cock the pump
But the one thing that you forgot to do
Was load up the shells right before you dump
What a little chump
You a fuckin' little punk
Lucky that your sister used to fuck with us
I should fuck you up
Booty boy, turned to a killer
Ain't nobody realer
Tony Montana, drug dealer
Boss ballin', shot callin'
A, B, and C walkin'
O.G. gangsta ass motherfuckin' cap peeler
Eighteen with a fuckin' bullet
Are you gonna pull it?
I don't really think you're gon' do it
Palms all sweaty and I think he boo-booin'
All up in his skinny jeans
What the fuck are you doin'
Huh?

I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
I'm back
Wait, you ain't never been here
Man, you've been yelling how you're back
On like every other track that you've rapped
For that past fucking ten years