Take Me Back
Know I take the dough and then I turn it to a whole pie
Havnt smoked in months just hit the blunt man I'm so high
Bringing the static like Poltergeist
Drive through Alabama ya I make the roll tide
Floating by man I'm so fly
One up me don't try
Feel like all these songs writing themselves
Bro got locked up we posted the bail
Said ya gonna end up dead or in jail but at least one of em you gettin mail
True fact true fact
Run up on him like who would've done that
Put em in the corner give em a dunce cap
Put em in the sky right where the suns at
Marathon by the way that I run that
Kickin em out and he better not come back
Sippin dirty soda hit em with that shoulder lean
Baby gimme that act good make me go to sleep
Makin sure that the pack good before it hit the street
I got bruddas that aint blood but they still kin to me
Im gettin hands on
Make that pussy bleed that boy need a tampon
Hit em with red dots
At the range broski only do headshots
Call me Freddy Flintstone cuz I'm boutta make ya bed rock
Called em out
Started acting weird soon as I said some
Ya my flow the nicest
Stay around some Taliban they finna blow like Isis
Boom
That's the sound it make
Watch me walk up to this Western Union and wire cake
Ya I'm feeling great
But I still make mistakes
Brought my self out on a date steak up on my plate
Im in true form
And that's the mothafuckin truth for em
Preach
Know that I hustle I get it
I need a hunnid or better
Bitch im a King like Coretta and bro keep a pole and he swing a Beretta
Keep going after the cheddar
It doesn't matter the weather
Dealing with all of this pressure bro said he was fly started plucking his feathers
All these thoughts been running wild in my mind
When things don't go my way its like why try
But I just gotta keep going
Nah I aint sliding I'm floating
Pop an adderall to focus
Here's my letter to the streets ya
I miss all my brothers I just pray they rest in piece ya ya
And I just wish that we link again
Now I'm waiting for the day that we can meet again
Imagine that living ya life can't even see ya friend
While society's telling you shut up be a man
Havnt smoked in months just hit the blunt man I'm so high
Bringing the static like Poltergeist
Drive through Alabama ya I make the roll tide
Floating by man I'm so fly
One up me don't try
Feel like all these songs writing themselves
Bro got locked up we posted the bail
Said ya gonna end up dead or in jail but at least one of em you gettin mail
True fact true fact
Run up on him like who would've done that
Put em in the corner give em a dunce cap
Put em in the sky right where the suns at
Marathon by the way that I run that
Kickin em out and he better not come back
Sippin dirty soda hit em with that shoulder lean
Baby gimme that act good make me go to sleep
Makin sure that the pack good before it hit the street
I got bruddas that aint blood but they still kin to me
Im gettin hands on
Make that pussy bleed that boy need a tampon
Hit em with red dots
At the range broski only do headshots
Call me Freddy Flintstone cuz I'm boutta make ya bed rock
Called em out
Started acting weird soon as I said some
Ya my flow the nicest
Stay around some Taliban they finna blow like Isis
Boom
That's the sound it make
Watch me walk up to this Western Union and wire cake
Ya I'm feeling great
But I still make mistakes
Brought my self out on a date steak up on my plate
Im in true form
And that's the mothafuckin truth for em
Preach
Know that I hustle I get it
I need a hunnid or better
Bitch im a King like Coretta and bro keep a pole and he swing a Beretta
Keep going after the cheddar
It doesn't matter the weather
Dealing with all of this pressure bro said he was fly started plucking his feathers
All these thoughts been running wild in my mind
When things don't go my way its like why try
But I just gotta keep going
Nah I aint sliding I'm floating
Pop an adderall to focus
Here's my letter to the streets ya
I miss all my brothers I just pray they rest in piece ya ya
And I just wish that we link again
Now I'm waiting for the day that we can meet again
Imagine that living ya life can't even see ya friend
While society's telling you shut up be a man
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Writer(s): Marcus Silva
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