BFTD

11 months
Back at it
Hell yeah

Yeah

Back from the dead
I was livin' life, we was getting people fed
Facts from the set
And since the boys back boy, he's back for your head

There it is
There the flow got me where I wanted and I cherished it
Blood nose, hound dog
Chase it with the sound off
Fightin' every rumor that you rappers say you proud of, for real

November baby, that's from the 'Boro
Most these rappers I guess are just from the Bureau
Baby-girl had done told me she wants the world
I said okay, but then told her I want it first

And I could die with it
It would still be spinnin' fine, I'm fine with it
God done gave me time, to hide with it
And that shit ain't no lie, he on my side

And I could die with it
It would still be spinnin' fine, I'm fine with it
God done gave me time, to hide with it
And that shit ain't no lie, he on my side

Sitting in the corner with the room black
Only everyone I know could assume that
Struggle just to find the only room that
Can put peace into my mind and never lose that

Rip the beat apart, put it back
Tear it up again
Imma treat it like these city girls, tear it up again
Bluetooth, I got two nude, pair 'em up again
I take that back, ill split 'em up and share 'em all again

Oh, oh
Share 'em all again
Now it's time to put my ape face on 'till the end
Used to think this shit a game, 'till I played with the pen
Did it to the point I put some bitches in the

And I could die with it
It would still be spinnin' fine, I'm fine with it
God done gave me time, to hide with it
And that shit ain't no lie, he on my side

You need to fly with it
Save it for yourself, ride with it
God done gave me time, to hide with it
And that shit ain't no lie, he on my side



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Writer(s): Zachary Hitson
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