Praise God
Yeah
Feels good to be back
You already know
DZ
Yeah
Trip Jacket Mafia
Praise God i'm alive and i'm back in the flesh
If you claim that you better
You just lacking respect
You can name any rapper but you bet that i'm next
I'm a chess player with the moves that I make
When you press play
This'll burst through your chest plate
Cop the next plane
Til i'm shopping for estates
Orale wey, con cuidado here ese
Make a mistake and your body gets lead sprayed
Metaphorical, bet that they all fall through
What I draw's art of war like i'm Tsun Tzu
Lotta whores peeled back like a sun roof
Tread light, deep shit like a gumboot
What I spit is akin to what a gun do
Who am I?
They don't know when we ask you
Figuring me out a lot of work for a gumshoe
Ain't nobody want it with the bars that I pass you
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
If I want it done right I better do it myself
Can't recall one time you seen me asking for help
Cause I don't fuck with you guys
I don't fuck with you lames
Even in a carpool we still ain't sharing a lane
Burst into flames
Catch a hearse to my grave
Pinch a nerve to my brain
Sip a poisonous drink
Sit in front of a train
Or slip and tumble and faint
And still not caught dead tryna play
Any of your shit cause all your music garbage
All sound the same tryna beef over the hardest
Car sick, swerve diss
Spit up on a bastard
Anything for fame see 'em all tryna arse kiss
So who's up?
Big they are, they hard fell
Sick bars got 'em coughing they unwell
Pick apart then you see if you can't tell
That you cunts small fish up in our world
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
Yeah
Alright
Really feeling like i'm coming out of a dark day
Other rappers caught
I'm the rock in a hard place
Killing it for sport, give a fuck what an arse say
Fuck about your chains
Square up when we bar spray
Blowing up, erupt
This your last day
Tectonic plates when I move make the ground shake
Next on my tray, you get ate acting hard mate
Blessed I can say that I made it from the substrate
Checkmate
You get pressed like a bench plate
Left hate
You get burned like an ash tray
Don't play
Turned to urns if you test me
Won't say that it hurts on my worst days
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
Feels good to be back
You already know
DZ
Yeah
Trip Jacket Mafia
Praise God i'm alive and i'm back in the flesh
If you claim that you better
You just lacking respect
You can name any rapper but you bet that i'm next
I'm a chess player with the moves that I make
When you press play
This'll burst through your chest plate
Cop the next plane
Til i'm shopping for estates
Orale wey, con cuidado here ese
Make a mistake and your body gets lead sprayed
Metaphorical, bet that they all fall through
What I draw's art of war like i'm Tsun Tzu
Lotta whores peeled back like a sun roof
Tread light, deep shit like a gumboot
What I spit is akin to what a gun do
Who am I?
They don't know when we ask you
Figuring me out a lot of work for a gumshoe
Ain't nobody want it with the bars that I pass you
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
If I want it done right I better do it myself
Can't recall one time you seen me asking for help
Cause I don't fuck with you guys
I don't fuck with you lames
Even in a carpool we still ain't sharing a lane
Burst into flames
Catch a hearse to my grave
Pinch a nerve to my brain
Sip a poisonous drink
Sit in front of a train
Or slip and tumble and faint
And still not caught dead tryna play
Any of your shit cause all your music garbage
All sound the same tryna beef over the hardest
Car sick, swerve diss
Spit up on a bastard
Anything for fame see 'em all tryna arse kiss
So who's up?
Big they are, they hard fell
Sick bars got 'em coughing they unwell
Pick apart then you see if you can't tell
That you cunts small fish up in our world
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
Yeah
Alright
Really feeling like i'm coming out of a dark day
Other rappers caught
I'm the rock in a hard place
Killing it for sport, give a fuck what an arse say
Fuck about your chains
Square up when we bar spray
Blowing up, erupt
This your last day
Tectonic plates when I move make the ground shake
Next on my tray, you get ate acting hard mate
Blessed I can say that I made it from the substrate
Checkmate
You get pressed like a bench plate
Left hate
You get burned like an ash tray
Don't play
Turned to urns if you test me
Won't say that it hurts on my worst days
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody's fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
Cause I really believe nobody fucking with I
Yeah
I feel I lost my mind
I feel I lost my mind
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Writer(s): Dylan Zardain
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