Back When
Channel the spirit you watch it like truman
I landed ain't human admist the confusion
The passion is lucid expand wit improvement
An animal cannibal savage assume it
These ladle boy saints out-landing this music
Their manners conducive I plan then pursue it
I jab and I break and I shatter illusions
I damn near abuse them yo that's the conclusion
I'm loyal
You won't do nothin you pollo
I boil shit up spit oil
How come you got cut in the throat tho
On the low low
Her holes doe
Pick'n and poke wit da horn yo
I wonder what's inside her more tho
I have a good clutch on her soul tho
A good throat choke
Back wit a mask an a axe I'm slash'n
All your attractions I remember that back when
Rap was just savage it's backwards
Please good luck wit my passion
Track after track I master my craft
You bastards fuck'n up masses
I'm done with these actors
Tryna act hard it don't matter
Here to wreck bars come and gather
Times changed yo trust me
Shook it up right the return of the Mike Tyson
You punks wanna jump me shit
But I'm like Tony Montana you want it come get it
Good luck wit da ducking
Coil anaconda I tighten my grip
Shit bumps like I'm humping
This is that coke and cabana I'm low key and lit
Sick when I wanna be
Yo I gotta be spitt'n out tracks til the world is a part of me
Difference inside of me
It's swollen inside explode or deny with your gift
You're equipped quit expiring
Don't sit and be shy just let them go by them lil kids
I am meant to inspire beings
On that yo I'd die on that yo I'd cry a lil bit
Back when
All the rules have evolved into fashion
They abuse all the laws of obsession
Don't assume what you call an impression shit
Strap in
Win or lose yo I live in dimensions
They confuse and they stir up aggression
Pick and choose what you see in reflections
Back wit a mask an a axe I'm slash'n
All your attractions I remember that back when
Rap was just savage it's backwards
Please good luck wit my passion
Track after track I master my craft
You bastards fuck'n up masses
I'm done with these actors
Tryna act hard it don't matter
Here to wreck bars come and gather
I landed ain't human admist the confusion
The passion is lucid expand wit improvement
An animal cannibal savage assume it
These ladle boy saints out-landing this music
Their manners conducive I plan then pursue it
I jab and I break and I shatter illusions
I damn near abuse them yo that's the conclusion
I'm loyal
You won't do nothin you pollo
I boil shit up spit oil
How come you got cut in the throat tho
On the low low
Her holes doe
Pick'n and poke wit da horn yo
I wonder what's inside her more tho
I have a good clutch on her soul tho
A good throat choke
Back wit a mask an a axe I'm slash'n
All your attractions I remember that back when
Rap was just savage it's backwards
Please good luck wit my passion
Track after track I master my craft
You bastards fuck'n up masses
I'm done with these actors
Tryna act hard it don't matter
Here to wreck bars come and gather
Times changed yo trust me
Shook it up right the return of the Mike Tyson
You punks wanna jump me shit
But I'm like Tony Montana you want it come get it
Good luck wit da ducking
Coil anaconda I tighten my grip
Shit bumps like I'm humping
This is that coke and cabana I'm low key and lit
Sick when I wanna be
Yo I gotta be spitt'n out tracks til the world is a part of me
Difference inside of me
It's swollen inside explode or deny with your gift
You're equipped quit expiring
Don't sit and be shy just let them go by them lil kids
I am meant to inspire beings
On that yo I'd die on that yo I'd cry a lil bit
Back when
All the rules have evolved into fashion
They abuse all the laws of obsession
Don't assume what you call an impression shit
Strap in
Win or lose yo I live in dimensions
They confuse and they stir up aggression
Pick and choose what you see in reflections
Back wit a mask an a axe I'm slash'n
All your attractions I remember that back when
Rap was just savage it's backwards
Please good luck wit my passion
Track after track I master my craft
You bastards fuck'n up masses
I'm done with these actors
Tryna act hard it don't matter
Here to wreck bars come and gather
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Writer(s): David Alvarez
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