Back to life
Back to reality
Back to life
Back to reality
They say the streams fake, the bots runnin' this thing, wait
Still I gotta make that 'vance, count my cheesecake
Nigga offsides, this my free play
I'm internin' for my barber, get your free fade
Oh, wait, tell me where we at though
I'm looking through the windows of your soul, I don't backdoor
I lost some good men 'cause they couldn't see the back door
We Black, bearing arms now, keep it in the satchel
Paige, all this hating on me isn't natural
But God gave me this and atheists can see the passion
And y'all nigga lame, hydroplanin' with the crash outs
But everything a lot, so, bring everything, everything
Back to life
Back to reality
In the belly of the-
Back to life
Back to reality
Yeah, in the belly of the beast
Back to life
Back to reality
In the belly of the-
Back to life
Back to real-
But ain't no fuckin' way, boy
Yeah, we celebrating while opposition ain't optimistic
God's good, but I'm often questioning when He listen
The hate is bigger than me, the weight is bigger than me
They crashing out, I feel like I'm at Talladega winning
Chocolate City, we supposed to be good
Never thought I'd see Rayful Edmond's on social media
They out their cotton-pickin' minds, they don't know the details
Me and Kazz talkin' Silk, Temple Beverly Hills
Southwest, Southwest, shout out to 106
Every show I had a platinum, they was gettin' me lit
Everybody show you love when you givin' 'em shit
One day you say no and no longer pretend to be friends
My men don't sketch, y'all drawin' and shit
I lost some nigga to dippers, I lost some nigga to fent
I lost it all, when I got it all, I'm a target again
When everything you do offensive, you be hard to defend, I'm goin'
Back to life
To the belly of the-
Back to reality
In the belly of the-
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the beast
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the-
Back to life
Back to re-
How ever do you want me?
Look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
IRS patient, friends on JPay
How can I express in the shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?
Look, wine drinking in Malibu is a mindfuck
Used to buy ten-dollar pieces with nine bucks
A dollar short, a day late
Nigga with Broadways, I'm sorry, I'm not for play-play
Small conversations I vacate
They all say we brothers, I feel like I'm Bison Dele
Yeah, I got a stripper from L.A.
My cousin just had a wedding, I put her ass in the gele
Yeah, maybe I'm way too careless
Or maybe need to appear to my parents I'm on the same wave
Look, the ebb and flow of this talent
It's like a balancing act but my parents gave me my stage name
Bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
IRS patient, friends on JPay
How can I express in the shit that got me rich
That depression and the pressure is the motherfucker?
How ever do you want me?
Look, look, bands on Melrose, chain on Mayday
How ever do you need me?
IRS patient, everybody waitin'
How ever do you want me?
How can I express in the shit that got me lit
How ever do you need me?
That depression, the pressure, the motherfuckin' same thing?
Back to life
In the belly of the-
Back to reality
In the belly of the-
Back to life
Yeah
Back to reality
In the belly of the beast
Back to life
Back to reality
You know what I'm sayin'?
Back to life
Back to reality
