Back In The Cut
On the way home turn up the music they playing that song
Hitting my phone don't mean to text but I'm driving alone
Tell me what's next I'm losing myself and I'm losing some rest
Looking for comfort in something I know that it's coming but sadly it's taking my breath
I'm running through checks
Put on my smile like the chains on my neck
Wear it for miles I just hope I don't wreck
It's actually wild that I'm coming up next
But I'm back in the cut just hoping
In the back of the cut slow motion
In the back of the cut just hoping
In the back of the cut slow motion
Still poised shit I'm coming off some ill joints
Trynna make a mill off a deal that's for real boy
I took my brothers off the field but they still move
Concealed they just from a different build boy
Shit we cut from a cloth where it's deal or be dealt and keep it tight like a belt
There ain't never been a gimmick, if you're real you'll be felt
Put in work shit I came from the dirt where the opp's got the shovel
Trynna put you in the Earth
But we trynna make a double, with a Billboard Cert
We gon' grind till we get it, we gon grind till it works
No back drop nigga no burbs, no laptop nigga just words
So bold that if you real nigga hold that
Hitting my phone don't mean to text but I'm driving alone
Tell me what's next I'm losing myself and I'm losing some rest
Looking for comfort in something I know that it's coming but sadly it's taking my breath
I'm running through checks
Put on my smile like the chains on my neck
Wear it for miles I just hope I don't wreck
It's actually wild that I'm coming up next
But I'm back in the cut just hoping
In the back of the cut slow motion
In the back of the cut just hoping
In the back of the cut slow motion
Still poised shit I'm coming off some ill joints
Trynna make a mill off a deal that's for real boy
I took my brothers off the field but they still move
Concealed they just from a different build boy
Shit we cut from a cloth where it's deal or be dealt and keep it tight like a belt
There ain't never been a gimmick, if you're real you'll be felt
Put in work shit I came from the dirt where the opp's got the shovel
Trynna put you in the Earth
But we trynna make a double, with a Billboard Cert
We gon' grind till we get it, we gon grind till it works
No back drop nigga no burbs, no laptop nigga just words
So bold that if you real nigga hold that
Credits
Writer(s): Dre Fanning
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