Back Up
He backing down he called for back up okay
YC need his space you better back up okay
I just got off my back and now I'm back up
Had my back against the wall no where to back up
Shoutout the ones who had my back though
Back when I was flat broke
Bored inside that basement had me sneaking out the back door
Had some trouble sleeping I was dreaming bout the backend
Cause even back then knew I could never be average
Now check what the facts say
I tripled my value that's ever since last may
In my bag never mind what the tag say
Big dog never heard what a cat say
Line em up let em go at a fast pace
Look at me I was born in a bad place
Pity me as I sit with a sad face
Lucky you for escaping the rat race
Best get off of your back 'fore your back ache
I got off of my back now I hop on a track and I'm make em all jump like a sack race
Then I hop in my bag and I run a rack like I'm literally doing a sack race
In my way you end up in a bad place
You don't really wanna see it go that way
No please don't get anything twisted
Good kid turn vicious when it's tension
It ain't hard to separate the sharks from the fishes
Deep inside that water it get harder to pretend
He backing down he called for back up okay
YC need his space you better back up okay
I just got off my back and now I'm back up
Had my back against the wall no where to back up
I had to face what's right in front of me
Ain't too much funny when your funds adding up insufficiently
Mentally it was a challenge trying not to let it get to me
Or get the best of me
Won't let em get rid of me until you see the rest of me
Flexing on em that's indefinitely
And especially on those that rather see me rest in peace
Master pieces get created than get sent for mastering
Soon as it hit the streets we turn some rap careers to casualties
I'm sending em back to they day job
Where you work like a slave til you laid off
At end of the day it don't pay off
Now he thinking bout picking up the K just for a couple K
Bet not bring it to my place
Don't be talking that talk up in my face
Leave you parked like a car in the driveway like
Woah please don't get anything twisted
Good kid turn vicious when it's tension
It ain't hard to separate the sharks from the fishes
Deep inside that water it get harder to pretend
YC need his space you better back up okay
I just got off my back and now I'm back up
Had my back against the wall no where to back up
Shoutout the ones who had my back though
Back when I was flat broke
Bored inside that basement had me sneaking out the back door
Had some trouble sleeping I was dreaming bout the backend
Cause even back then knew I could never be average
Now check what the facts say
I tripled my value that's ever since last may
In my bag never mind what the tag say
Big dog never heard what a cat say
Line em up let em go at a fast pace
Look at me I was born in a bad place
Pity me as I sit with a sad face
Lucky you for escaping the rat race
Best get off of your back 'fore your back ache
I got off of my back now I hop on a track and I'm make em all jump like a sack race
Then I hop in my bag and I run a rack like I'm literally doing a sack race
In my way you end up in a bad place
You don't really wanna see it go that way
No please don't get anything twisted
Good kid turn vicious when it's tension
It ain't hard to separate the sharks from the fishes
Deep inside that water it get harder to pretend
He backing down he called for back up okay
YC need his space you better back up okay
I just got off my back and now I'm back up
Had my back against the wall no where to back up
I had to face what's right in front of me
Ain't too much funny when your funds adding up insufficiently
Mentally it was a challenge trying not to let it get to me
Or get the best of me
Won't let em get rid of me until you see the rest of me
Flexing on em that's indefinitely
And especially on those that rather see me rest in peace
Master pieces get created than get sent for mastering
Soon as it hit the streets we turn some rap careers to casualties
I'm sending em back to they day job
Where you work like a slave til you laid off
At end of the day it don't pay off
Now he thinking bout picking up the K just for a couple K
Bet not bring it to my place
Don't be talking that talk up in my face
Leave you parked like a car in the driveway like
Woah please don't get anything twisted
Good kid turn vicious when it's tension
It ain't hard to separate the sharks from the fishes
Deep inside that water it get harder to pretend
Credits
Writer(s): David Fernandez, Cortney Coleman
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