Back In Action (Mixed)

Yo, move
I kill 'em with an automatic
(Nah, nah, nah)
We take over your set and we ain't even askin', nah

See I stepped into the rave guns blastin'
And I don't need a name
I just came and I crashed in
Chasin' after that win
Tryna get the bag in
And they could never stop me
Nah I swear that on my black skin

(Nah, nah, nah)

(Man like, man like, man like)
B-b-back in action
Got 'em loving of the style
And the Manny accent, ay
My flow attractive getting traction
Watch who am I attractin'
The way I sat up on the track
It gave 'em satisfaction
I got him passing me the mic
No, I ain't gotta ask him
And they could never outlast
They ain't ever lastin'
Me, I got classic bars
The ones that're everlastin'
Coming in 1st place
The new man, forever lastin'

Wow, I kill 'em with an automatic
Turn up to the rave
And I'm with the body spattin'
If you got the rave dead
And it's looking like a sad ting
We take over your set
And we ain't even askin' (nah)

See I stepped into the rave guns blastin'
And I don't need a name
I just came and I crashed in
Chasin' after that win
Tryna get the bag in
And they could never stop me
Nah I swear that on my black skin

(Nah, nah, nah)

Yo, black. Yeah, black
My skintone black
My dresscode black
They got me feeling like ingo
I just stepped into the black, what?
Black me, everyting black
I said
See I stepped into the rave guns blastin'
And I don't need a name
I just came and I crashed in
Me, I got classic bars
Try the ones that're everlastin'
Coming in 1st place
The new man, forever lastin'

Classic bars
The ones that're everlasting

(Man like, man like, man like)
B-b-back in action
Got 'em loving of the style
And the Manny accent, ay
My flow attractive getting traction
Watch who am I attracting
The way I sat up on the track
It gave 'em satisfaction
I got him passing me the mic
No, I ain't gotta ask him
And they could never outlast
They ain't ever lasting
Me, I got classic bars
The ones that're everlastin'
Coming in 1st place
The new man, forever lastin'

Wow, I kill 'em with an automatic
Turn up to the rave
And I'm with the body spattin'
If you got the rave dead
And it's looking like a sad ting
We take over your set
And we ain't even askin' (nah)

See I stepped into the rave guns blastin'
And I don't need a name
I just came and I crashed in
Chasin' after that win
Tryna get the bag in
And they could never stop me
Nah I swear that on my black skin



Credits
Writer(s): William James Hine
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