Back at it (Remastered)

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

Back at it again for the second time
I always go ham when I pen a rhyme
Like when I wrote Slide, how 'bout Ride or Die
Haven't even tried, my names in the sand

My names in the books, I own all the land
Just let me cook, and the food won't be bland
Can't call me a rook, I've been here for ten
Even now, I'm still determined