Back Where I Started

Nigga be bitch in that cell you can see in his face that he wished that he never had shot Him
Bitch ima goblin
Posted around drug dealers, killers and niggas that's ready to rob ya
I'm just trying to prosper
Until I'm surrounded by geniuses, entrepreneurs, and doctors
I got to go harder
I got to move smarter
If I slip up one time then I'm back where I started

How could you play me like I'm one of them bitch I told you I'm different
You should have listened
You see that I'm glistening
To my neck to my wrist to my ears
My teeth they all white mane they look like veneers
I told them just give me a year
My vision is clear
They all stay around but feel nobody here
Feel nobody care, till you gone
Or they all see that you on
Huh
No ion need no one around
454 I just need me a pound
Supercharge v12 can tell by the sound
Don't know no percussion but keep 50 rounds
Huh
Keep sticks like a forest
Can't fuck with outsiders might shoot at a tourist
These hoes gone report like Doris
Can't even afford it but want her a birk
Bitch you don't even work
Nah
Mama still working two jobs
I'm on a mission I'm beating da odds
No I won't stop till we in new positions
They told me keep going back then I ain't listen
I'll walk through that storm I can take da conditions
With all of this money getting better at addition
I Might blow it all got to make right decision
But if a fuck Nigga play I'm a fit the description
Ight

Now We back where we started
Give me a beat and I'm going retarded
Don't call me a rapper I'm really an artist

Nigga be bitch in that cell you can see in his face that he wished that he never had shot Him
Bitch ima goblin
Posted around drug dealers, killers and niggas that's ready to rob ya
I'm just trying to prosper
Until I'm surrounded by geniuses, entrepreneurs, and doctors
I got to go harder
I got to move smarter
If I slip up one time then I'm back where I started

15 plus five with da extension
Nine millimeter
Zay be da slasher bitch I'll be da reaper
You see me in public next stop be da preacher
This track it's called death I just paid for da feature
Stay out of that field not even watch from da bleachers, Just follow procedure
They follow the leader, gone fall in a grave
At the end of the day, my main shooter got paid
Bitch we upping the rate
Roll up a dead Nigga gone to the face
Had to pour sun more sprite in Ian like how it taste
Better come with yo stick it can go any way
I W B keep that Glock on my waist
Ugh,
Yeah
Lord send me some blessing
Caught in my head I been stressing
Pain deep inside I'm suppressing
Cautious can't walk out da house wit no weapon
Know we been stepping
Ima trying to rep him know they gone call 187
With all of these sins pray I make it to heaven
No need for confessions a Nigga ain't usher
Matte black my whip had to switch up da color
Ian got any friends just a couple of brothers
Don't ever give up you can always recover
Knew I fucked up when I told her I love her
I'm knowing don't trust her
She just like the others
She won't do for you she gone do for another
I keep a mag in my PJs no tucker
Glock 17 take you way from yo mother
Pockets too stuffed got to couple of bands sticking out of this puffer
I make her squirt like a gusher
They want a sack but I'm dodging the rushers

Nigga be bitch in that cell you can see in his face that he wished that he never had shot Him
Bitch ima goblin
Posted around drug dealers, killers and niggas that's ready to rob ya
I'm just trying to prosper
Until I'm surrounded by geniuses, entrepreneurs, and doctors
I got to go harder
I got to move smarter
If I slip up one time then I'm back where I started