The Back
In the back of the back
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
Find out they phony attack
Kill em all out
Just like I'm pacman
I put the motion in act
I'm going all out
Just like I'm batman
Step in the car automatic
It's foot on the gas
I'm going off that way
We gotta out the back
So I look at the front
Likes who gonna stop me?
Niggas they got out the back
But can't lead the pack
So it's back to the back then
Them niggas got the back
But ain't looking back so it's
Back to the back of the back
How yah going get out the back
When you selling he dope
And she doing crack fam
40 a hour to rap
Or do it own
Now you gotta track yea
I got the magic from Dan
It's deep in my bone
So I berserk man
He wanna stay in the back
So give him a throne
And make him back king
And if I get out the back
Cause I put in work
Don't ever forget me
I see the demons attack
But they never learn
That they couldn't take me
Who gonna hurt first
Well I go to work now catch me tech land
Them niggas at work work
I know they be glad but this ain't the last lap
Talking that dirt dirt
But when I get back now you hit dirt first
I go berserk first just to get out the back
Get out the hurt hurt
In the back of the back
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
You in the back of the back
For reason of Hyperaggression
Wanna attack
Trigger happy fingers he gonna reach for the tech
Gotta go back to back of the back
Do not ever think that you invincible fam
You'll go right back to back
Police squad state trooper they stay on his ass
He going straight to the back
Selling dope setting yall own people back
Gotta go back to the back
Step outside yea ain't even got confidence
You going to back of the back
You just met bro
How trust the man
Back to back yea
Put the bitch first
For you get the paper damn
Back to back then
Yea ain't even got enough to support yourself
You need a back hand
How you go claim her to go call yah own
When she for the whole clan
Nowadays what it takes to build a bitch
I gotta chill man
I been going hard like this sixteen
Then do My rap dance
Gotta think twice for you want smoke with Me
I'll get whole class
Situation boiling like a hot cup of tea
Might drink the whole glass
In the back of the back
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
Find out they phony attack
Kill em all out
Just like I'm pacman
I put the motion in act
I'm going all out
Just like I'm batman
Step in the car automatic
It's foot on the gas
I'm going off that way
We gotta out the back
So I look at the front
Likes who gonna stop me?
Niggas they got out the back
But can't lead the pack
So it's back to the back then
Them niggas got the back
But ain't looking back so it's
Back to the back of the back
How yah going get out the back
When you selling he dope
And she doing crack fam
40 a hour to rap
Or do it own
Now you gotta track yea
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
Find out they phony attack
Kill em all out
Just like I'm pacman
I put the motion in act
I'm going all out
Just like I'm batman
Step in the car automatic
It's foot on the gas
I'm going off that way
We gotta out the back
So I look at the front
Likes who gonna stop me?
Niggas they got out the back
But can't lead the pack
So it's back to the back then
Them niggas got the back
But ain't looking back so it's
Back to the back of the back
How yah going get out the back
When you selling he dope
And she doing crack fam
40 a hour to rap
Or do it own
Now you gotta track yea
I got the magic from Dan
It's deep in my bone
So I berserk man
He wanna stay in the back
So give him a throne
And make him back king
And if I get out the back
Cause I put in work
Don't ever forget me
I see the demons attack
But they never learn
That they couldn't take me
Who gonna hurt first
Well I go to work now catch me tech land
Them niggas at work work
I know they be glad but this ain't the last lap
Talking that dirt dirt
But when I get back now you hit dirt first
I go berserk first just to get out the back
Get out the hurt hurt
In the back of the back
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
You in the back of the back
For reason of Hyperaggression
Wanna attack
Trigger happy fingers he gonna reach for the tech
Gotta go back to back of the back
Do not ever think that you invincible fam
You'll go right back to back
Police squad state trooper they stay on his ass
He going straight to the back
Selling dope setting yall own people back
Gotta go back to the back
Step outside yea ain't even got confidence
You going to back of the back
You just met bro
How trust the man
Back to back yea
Put the bitch first
For you get the paper damn
Back to back then
Yea ain't even got enough to support yourself
You need a back hand
How you go claim her to go call yah own
When she for the whole clan
Nowadays what it takes to build a bitch
I gotta chill man
I been going hard like this sixteen
Then do My rap dance
Gotta think twice for you want smoke with Me
I'll get whole class
Situation boiling like a hot cup of tea
Might drink the whole glass
In the back of the back
Ain't no sound when the evil attack man
And if you get to the back
There ain't no Promise that you make it back yea
Say he gon walk with a tech
Spray same niggas they crabs in the back damn
I seen em struggle to death
Foot at the throat
Knife at the neck yea
I seen em struggle to death
Sweat a they brow
Just for a check damn
Ask weh the bredda them at
He doesn't know
He never met them
You in the back a back
You on yah own
Reality check fam
I got the mark of adapt
So when I go home
I be on top then
Find out they phony attack
Kill em all out
Just like I'm pacman
I put the motion in act
I'm going all out
Just like I'm batman
Step in the car automatic
It's foot on the gas
I'm going off that way
We gotta out the back
So I look at the front
Likes who gonna stop me?
Niggas they got out the back
But can't lead the pack
So it's back to the back then
Them niggas got the back
But ain't looking back so it's
Back to the back of the back
How yah going get out the back
When you selling he dope
And she doing crack fam
40 a hour to rap
Or do it own
Now you gotta track yea
Credits
Writer(s): Ika Willis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.