Comeback
Y'all hate the lack of popularity 'cause shit changed
You a lil' old, too slow for the fast lane
Shittin' on these children you brag 'cause they in the game
And you the one left to hang your head in hate and shame
Clout you had don't exist 'cause you never grew
Don't get complex on what you know could turn to what you knew
And you gon' have to forget it when my second turns to two
And I'm Celeste's descender on every tool you used to use to get the job done
Now you struggle to make a hot one, I fear the crown 'cause I fear what happens
Whenever cops come, they drop Sundercocks or I don't drop six
Innocent victims of triggers 'cause they scared of boxing
They can't even hold the pistol, bein' fully conscious
They tryna sell some toxins to block out when the clock spits
Ah, shit
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
Don't call it a comeback
That would've meant that I was losing
But every loss is a lesson, that's why they call it schooling
Talkin' that shit to me, now you cruisin' for a bruisin'
I'll beat your ass, but I don't do nothin' to shoot me
I gotta get the money, the mind can't go to waste now
If I'ma go to waste, then I'm givin' her a taste now
That ass up in the air, she twerkin' with her face down
If I want space, I always want her in my space now
Standing in love so she can fool and I can catch that
She throw the booty like she be wantin' me to smack that
Choke while I be in it, the pussies start to grab that dick
I never let her go so I don't have to backtrack
Out like to dash that, that ass fact, she shaking it
You a lil' old, too slow for the fast lane
Shittin' on these children you brag 'cause they in the game
And you the one left to hang your head in hate and shame
Clout you had don't exist 'cause you never grew
Don't get complex on what you know could turn to what you knew
And you gon' have to forget it when my second turns to two
And I'm Celeste's descender on every tool you used to use to get the job done
Now you struggle to make a hot one, I fear the crown 'cause I fear what happens
Whenever cops come, they drop Sundercocks or I don't drop six
Innocent victims of triggers 'cause they scared of boxing
They can't even hold the pistol, bein' fully conscious
They tryna sell some toxins to block out when the clock spits
Ah, shit
Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
Don't call it a comeback
That would've meant that I was losing
But every loss is a lesson, that's why they call it schooling
Talkin' that shit to me, now you cruisin' for a bruisin'
I'll beat your ass, but I don't do nothin' to shoot me
I gotta get the money, the mind can't go to waste now
If I'ma go to waste, then I'm givin' her a taste now
That ass up in the air, she twerkin' with her face down
If I want space, I always want her in my space now
Standing in love so she can fool and I can catch that
She throw the booty like she be wantin' me to smack that
Choke while I be in it, the pussies start to grab that dick
I never let her go so I don't have to backtrack
Out like to dash that, that ass fact, she shaking it
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Writer(s): Edward Swain
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