Back In Action

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)
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)
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

Black, yeah, black
My skin tone black
My dress code black
They got me feeling like ingo
I just stepped into the black, what?
Black me, everything black



Credits
Writer(s): William James Hine
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