GET BACK

I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
Get back!

Lest you know, maybe you feel good inside
'Cause you undercover hating, hate to see me ride
Boy stop, bum ride, I fly, my team that fire

My goons by the thousand, all of them wish you try
Now ushers walking slow, they bumping it so hard, just say goodbye
But why? We don't gotta be like that
But I can't let you be an anchor on my back
I got 24 hours to make these stacks, claim my cut

Damn this my luck, I got one left, but my time's a bust
My dough just also is rust, man I can't cuss
Now I'm in Sin City, what a rush!
Dudes killing fiends surround us, they ain't playing shot spy
I made it out with two tires, some sacks
Hope I inspired you now, there it is
The rawness in my sound from the bottom all the way up to A-Town

I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!

I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached

And kush blunts up in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached and kush blunts in my lap

Here's another story how my guy get greasy

Trying to feed my folk, but some
Being lied to a few times, they greedy
They must think it's easy, trust dope
It's come from the poor demonstrated by Sleazy
Grind is grind though, nobody care when that bill due tomorrow
But I ain't trying to borrow, rather
Lash up my boys who hit you with hollows
I'm a realist, survival of the fittest, let 'em die like Drogo

I can't turn back, I got folks depending on me by the carload
Half a second to blow, I'm grown, but this for my babies to grow, fool
Get out my hood school with an A-Town hundreds base bound
Old tasty licks leave 'em looking 'round, gone!
Man I was making this song, my jungle come with the bombs
But just ring the alarm, we going in
We coming back with victory on our arm

I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!
I write swag and rap with a .44 attached
And kush blunts in my lap, get back!