The Comeback
I came back for specific issues
Sending ballistic missiles
Regardless of the target I'll hit it... I won't miss you...
And I won't dumb it down you'll get it... Cuz it's official...
Me and money never had any chemistry issues...
I'm Mr. Always keep that same energy with you
So there's no relationship that I still try to rekindle
Y'all skills kinda be simple...
Can't talk to rough, I still gotta be gentle...
Don't act too tough, you still gotta mental...
If you ask, where I'm from? The Ville or gotta be Central
If I write how I feel, it still gotta be pencil
For real
Cuz it's still a lot that he been through
Like the orphanage...
We were fosters kids...
You weren't as poor as us, If you don't know what porridge is
I was on corners like one of those nice offices
I came up from all of this
The boy who was cursed now they call the gift
I would walked till it hurts, I never could call a lyft
I brought from thrift
I fought, I never just called quits
I slipped...
But I got up and it nearly took all his strength
Shit...
But I came back for, different reasons
Dealing with different demons...
I can't see my niggas divided from disagreements...
When I just saw my wife die and on different treatments
His mind is on his achievements... Uh
I can't stop got the drive of an extremist...
And you can't mock when your closet is not the cleanest
When niggas rewind you, it reminds you, your shit genius
In some circumstances your kindness is just weakness
I gave certain chances that blinded me, I was speechless
I been through so much man, it haunted me, I was sleepless
To still be able to stand, I gotta be sent from Jesus
Nigga...
Hard work, y'all finally got the secret!
I know it so well I can teach
This
I know each list
My life has never been peaches
It was pieces
A night have never been peaceful it was precinct
Nigga...
But I still made it out of it decent
I didn't go over the deep end
I'm on defense
I use different potions to bury emotions deep in
I was holding all the old shit I wasn't supposed to keep in
Because I really didn't know what to say to speak it
But I always make sure that you peep it
I don't sneak it...
What life of crime? You sat a day like the weekend
Niggas don't like his climb, so they wanna see me weakened nigga...
Sending ballistic missiles
Regardless of the target I'll hit it... I won't miss you...
And I won't dumb it down you'll get it... Cuz it's official...
Me and money never had any chemistry issues...
I'm Mr. Always keep that same energy with you
So there's no relationship that I still try to rekindle
Y'all skills kinda be simple...
Can't talk to rough, I still gotta be gentle...
Don't act too tough, you still gotta mental...
If you ask, where I'm from? The Ville or gotta be Central
If I write how I feel, it still gotta be pencil
For real
Cuz it's still a lot that he been through
Like the orphanage...
We were fosters kids...
You weren't as poor as us, If you don't know what porridge is
I was on corners like one of those nice offices
I came up from all of this
The boy who was cursed now they call the gift
I would walked till it hurts, I never could call a lyft
I brought from thrift
I fought, I never just called quits
I slipped...
But I got up and it nearly took all his strength
Shit...
But I came back for, different reasons
Dealing with different demons...
I can't see my niggas divided from disagreements...
When I just saw my wife die and on different treatments
His mind is on his achievements... Uh
I can't stop got the drive of an extremist...
And you can't mock when your closet is not the cleanest
When niggas rewind you, it reminds you, your shit genius
In some circumstances your kindness is just weakness
I gave certain chances that blinded me, I was speechless
I been through so much man, it haunted me, I was sleepless
To still be able to stand, I gotta be sent from Jesus
Nigga...
Hard work, y'all finally got the secret!
I know it so well I can teach
This
I know each list
My life has never been peaches
It was pieces
A night have never been peaceful it was precinct
Nigga...
But I still made it out of it decent
I didn't go over the deep end
I'm on defense
I use different potions to bury emotions deep in
I was holding all the old shit I wasn't supposed to keep in
Because I really didn't know what to say to speak it
But I always make sure that you peep it
I don't sneak it...
What life of crime? You sat a day like the weekend
Niggas don't like his climb, so they wanna see me weakened nigga...
Credits
Writer(s): Shaiqwaan Brown
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