paroles de chanson Tellem I'm Coming Back - Eon

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track
I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black
It's back to the good things I know
Ready to die for my oath
Getting in tune with my flow
They better not mess with my growth
Presidential (Preach)
Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)
Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks

Yo they better give gimme what I'm gunning fo'
Or I might just be point a dot on ya
Tryna start a wave to go and carry me
Halfway to california
I present the drip inside a spray
Sell it for a couple millions
Paper paper hit the bank (Ayyye)
Watch a nigga cellie blow up
(Hello, click)
No more flexing, too many shirts been stretching
I done watched niggas get carried away and careers straight dead in the ride
They wrecked in
Lacking direction
Sad to say that it's far from a wise move and they knew that
Years later all the newbies like who dat
Wave is over homies head with no durag
God
I done put food on my plate that's all on God
Any convo that's built on hate don't get no nod
Whole team strict as fuck no kidding we spare we no rod
Blowing up soon that bomb been armed
Tick tick boom

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track
I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black
It's back to the good things I know
Ready to die for my oath
Getting in tune with my flow
They better not mess with my growth
Presidential (Preach)
Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)
Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks

Read my lips
Peep the drip
One wrong step and you might just slip
I load my shot
Check my clip
Better get my point like a hollow tip
Could've been rich but it don't mean shit
Money won't help me make these hits
Me and bad vibes ain't never going fit
One size too small for a grown ass pimp
Fuck is an ego when I'm so grounded I gotta look up to see the fucking surface
Thought I was heathen till I went and found
That my soul be residing where the Holy Church is
Now I reign fire burning up a furnace
You could qoute a line or two and make em verses, oo
Finally got a grip on my balance, oo
The wins I wanna get ain't no challenge, oo
God
I done put food on my plate that's all on God
Any convo that's built on hate don't get no nod
Whole team strict as fuck no kidding we spare we no rod
Blowing up soon that bomb been armed
Tick tick boom

Tell em I'm coming back, so run it back, I been on track
I know they don't owe me jack, don't gimme flack, no fade to black
It's back to the good things I know
Ready to die for my oath
Getting in tune with my flow
They better not mess with my growth
Presidential (Preach)
Don't be lacking better stay on your guard and keep yo mental (Preach)
Brace yourself my chat all types of ways might match my dental
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Chat yo chat lil nigga less go
Focused on my stacks, tryna get the racks