Come Back

I was gone so long.
They thought I would never come back.
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til' it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til' it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics
"Margiela, Margiela" . hello who, is this?
He came back like a magician
Louis bag, fulla tricks ...
Designer rags, like I'm rich
But i still might fuck ya bitch down on the floor
Like i'm poor, she said I changed
I said sure... i got that coke and it's pure.
Hit the roads, do the tour, got these junkies
Banging needles, like the work is the cure
Went from sitting in a cell, now every sale i secure
Dead faces piling up, like all these
Junkmail, brochures... yea
Me and my niggas we one of a kind
All in the cut, ain't no standing in line
Cartier frames fulla ice, like i'm blind
But i see the hate, and it's fine
I don't backstab, or send shots at the spine...
'Send em the sign, you decline
It don't take none of my time, so think about taking
What's mine - i'm taking your mi-i-ind ...
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics...
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics...
From verse to verse, traverse with words
Each bar, like several CERBS
You ain't got it, like i got it you need practice
Go to church, you're fuckin' scared in the streets
Say a word, not to me
Cuz my niggas' pull up, Jamaicans with crocodile teeth
If you want it, you can get it
Anyday of the week, know my traphouses
Stay open, like 7/11
See, no more being locked up
Now i ride foreign fleet
Everywhere I go, I'm looking thru Cartier on me
I got ice, ice, baby what you want?
I can pay the price
If you wanna talk a come back, yeah I made it twice
I sat down for several years, while they
Read me my rights
Now I step out, shoes with spikes, ears with ice
I'm doin' nice, but ...
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics...
I was gone so long. they thought
I would never... come back
But I'm in the pot... tryna whip it
Til it come back
Your work, don't bling, like my diamonds...
I don't want it
There's 50K cash in that Louis bag
From harmonics...



Credits
Writer(s): Daqwan Lee
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