Back At It
Back at it again, back at it again
We back for a spin, we back for a spin
Don't get in no Benz, with mud on your Tim's
You can't comprehend, the man that's within
Producer Geekinz, it really be him
The bass hitting, when he post a vid
I ain't one to simp, but roles can switch
Ain't one to pretend, when it comes to it
I run up the court, I run up the floor
I run up some more, until I do trip
Off of the backboard, or straight through the net
When you hear the swish, it's straight buckets
I know I can score, know I can assist
But if I want more, you know I can get
I am quite reckless, sometimes I am tempted
I just want to press it, but I might regret it
Run up my first check and I'll never forget it
When you get famous the first check seems pathetic
So in the meantime, I might start flexing
Meaning of life, is too perplexing
Don't hear the aggression, like you did on Slept In
Ain't feeling aggressive, cause I got to sleep in
I ask you one question, then you let it set in
Before it gets answered, you get the wrong message
So stop, drop, and roll
I'm rising up like I'm on tippy toes
The fire to burn the gold, never goes cold
I ain't Darth Vader, I do not force choke
More of a Jedi, like Yoda, uh
Similar size but he older, uh
Never back down I'm a soldier, uh
I carry the weight like a bolder, ay ay
Don't intend to be a fail-ure
It's on purpose if I fail, ya
You sell the bag like you a sales-man
Just I deliver I'm the mailman
Don't intend to be a fail-ure
It's on purpose if I fail, ya
You sell the bag like you a sales-man
Just I deliver I'm the mailman
Back at it again, back at it again
We back for a spin, we back for a spin
Don't get in no Benz, with mud on your Tim's
You can't comprehend, the man that's within
Producer Geekinz, it really be him
The bass hitting, when he post a vid
I ain't one to simp, but roles can switch
Ain't one to pretend, when it comes to it
Second verse, verse two
I ain't done, how 'bout you
It's been long, how are you
Achoo, got the flu
Album out, it is new
There was one, now there's two
I ain't done, more to do
I assume, we are cool
I assume you a real one, ay
Wear suits until the deals done, ay
Got the blues, how you feeling
If you lose, next time you will be winning, ay, yuh
We back for a spin, we back for a spin
Don't get in no Benz, with mud on your Tim's
You can't comprehend, the man that's within
Producer Geekinz, it really be him
The bass hitting, when he post a vid
I ain't one to simp, but roles can switch
Ain't one to pretend, when it comes to it
I run up the court, I run up the floor
I run up some more, until I do trip
Off of the backboard, or straight through the net
When you hear the swish, it's straight buckets
I know I can score, know I can assist
But if I want more, you know I can get
I am quite reckless, sometimes I am tempted
I just want to press it, but I might regret it
Run up my first check and I'll never forget it
When you get famous the first check seems pathetic
So in the meantime, I might start flexing
Meaning of life, is too perplexing
Don't hear the aggression, like you did on Slept In
Ain't feeling aggressive, cause I got to sleep in
I ask you one question, then you let it set in
Before it gets answered, you get the wrong message
So stop, drop, and roll
I'm rising up like I'm on tippy toes
The fire to burn the gold, never goes cold
I ain't Darth Vader, I do not force choke
More of a Jedi, like Yoda, uh
Similar size but he older, uh
Never back down I'm a soldier, uh
I carry the weight like a bolder, ay ay
Don't intend to be a fail-ure
It's on purpose if I fail, ya
You sell the bag like you a sales-man
Just I deliver I'm the mailman
Don't intend to be a fail-ure
It's on purpose if I fail, ya
You sell the bag like you a sales-man
Just I deliver I'm the mailman
Back at it again, back at it again
We back for a spin, we back for a spin
Don't get in no Benz, with mud on your Tim's
You can't comprehend, the man that's within
Producer Geekinz, it really be him
The bass hitting, when he post a vid
I ain't one to simp, but roles can switch
Ain't one to pretend, when it comes to it
Second verse, verse two
I ain't done, how 'bout you
It's been long, how are you
Achoo, got the flu
Album out, it is new
There was one, now there's two
I ain't done, more to do
I assume, we are cool
I assume you a real one, ay
Wear suits until the deals done, ay
Got the blues, how you feeling
If you lose, next time you will be winning, ay, yuh
Credits
Writer(s): Cohen Nelis
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