Bringin' It Back
Ease the fuck up
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
Hold on, hold on
I'm so gone, got my glow on
I'ma rock it out 'til the show gone
Nigga got robbed in front of me and I ain't know him
Gotta dime or freak every time of the week
I be getting real stoned, you get kind of geeked
And I got stripes like I be where the tigers be
Got the whole game on lock, had to hide the key
I will not let up, my foot on they neck
I'm getting paid and you pay for respect
I got the drive and you niggas gon' wreck
Don't care 'bout an ex 'cause I'm getting a check
I am a monster, a lyrical beast
Niggas side walking, I stayed in the street
I'm only talking when I'm on the beat
I shut it down, hit control, alt, delete
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
Please do not test me this shit could get testy
I got the iron, don't think you gon' press me
I switch the flow and she told me it's sexy
She got good head but I can't call her Becky
Know I been stacking it, ain't nothin' average
Mean what I mean, I want green like a salad is
She give me box, I be beating the packages
All in the cut but I don't need no bandages
I'm moving smarter and I'm goin' harder, I ain't got no problem I'll do it again
Since I met Ben, I don't care 'bout no friend
I'd rather get pussy, you kick it with men
Money my honey she stay at the bank
You not a soldier, I'm pulling yo' rank
Come ride my wave and I'll promise you sank
I am who I am, give a damn what you think
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
I'm bringing it
I'm bringing it
I'm bringing it back nigga
I'm bringing it back nigga
Recording with that fire on me nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on man, real East Side shit
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
Hold on, hold on
I'm so gone, got my glow on
I'ma rock it out 'til the show gone
Nigga got robbed in front of me and I ain't know him
Gotta dime or freak every time of the week
I be getting real stoned, you get kind of geeked
And I got stripes like I be where the tigers be
Got the whole game on lock, had to hide the key
I will not let up, my foot on they neck
I'm getting paid and you pay for respect
I got the drive and you niggas gon' wreck
Don't care 'bout an ex 'cause I'm getting a check
I am a monster, a lyrical beast
Niggas side walking, I stayed in the street
I'm only talking when I'm on the beat
I shut it down, hit control, alt, delete
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
Please do not test me this shit could get testy
I got the iron, don't think you gon' press me
I switch the flow and she told me it's sexy
She got good head but I can't call her Becky
Know I been stacking it, ain't nothin' average
Mean what I mean, I want green like a salad is
She give me box, I be beating the packages
All in the cut but I don't need no bandages
I'm moving smarter and I'm goin' harder, I ain't got no problem I'll do it again
Since I met Ben, I don't care 'bout no friend
I'd rather get pussy, you kick it with men
Money my honey she stay at the bank
You not a soldier, I'm pulling yo' rank
Come ride my wave and I'll promise you sank
I am who I am, give a damn what you think
Why would I lie
No facade, I just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put his flame out, he thought he was fire
Gotta wave when I shoot, it's goodbye (Let's ride)
They tryna rap, they tryna cap
Say they got packs but I know they don't trap
I need a wood and a face in my lap
Pull up like dykes, whip it out, it's a strap
Nike joggers like I ran me a lap
Had a dream they was handing me racks
Leave yo' face stinging, I know my shit slap
They say that rap dead but I'm bringing it back
I'm bringing it
I'm bringing it
I'm bringing it back nigga
I'm bringing it back nigga
Recording with that fire on me nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on man, real East Side shit
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Writer(s): Elijah Arline
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