Текст песни Back again/ Selfmade Pace - Fast Pace TGG

Bitch you too late my turn
Come across yo face like some sideburns
No ticky on from my timer
In cocaine linen I'm Colombia pure
Box a nigga out the box
When the bell ring it's time to floss
From cz to s1 to vvs on igtv
Radio play never matter
I'm in the field P
Swing in that big body fast and swiftly
Light skin thick ass please don't tempt me
Had to get filthy to get clean
Son of one no nigga can bitch me
The coach and player who tf can bench me
Rose gold shirt rose gold loafs welcome home rose
Niggas talking dumb in the hood Better go home
It's big money out here that's what I'm on
Don't sleep enemigos still get domed
I'm taking them trips back and forth
Sacrifice it all at what cost
Bitch I'm
Back again what you thought
They thought they killed me
Them bitches lost!

Toolie too lit too lit
Good artist draw too quick
Just got the pack now gotta re up
Gold on dark pocket full living feet up
No it's over when you see us
Ya bitch see me she go team up
No man behind from Ben
To gorge I don't leave nothing
Blowing that cereal milk no breakfast
Go Brazy in mall like a wishlist
I just wanna ball my only wish
Love the cash like my only bitch
My only son go get a Benz
No bitch I don't need friends
No fake family I'm solid with me in the end
Fresh from the pen
Chasing that bag
It's running again
Never chasing no hoe
Back like I never left
They asking where he go
Did on my own niggas wasn't tryna help me
Now they was there
I'm on wanting selfies
Backwoods only filled with the best tree
Gotta say you looking like fine piece
Cuban link diamond stains
The way you sitting on me
Ain't been thru my struggle
Don't say you feeling me
Always been huMble
Stayed hungry for the bubble
You go respect my hustle
Still hangin with my niggas up to no good
My niggas tryna get a body a leave the hood
Told em get out the way
Rollin niggas over like suge
Mm
Pay may or ignore me baby
Shining off the moonlight
These real jewels baby
Cocaine forever Royal track suit
Off white sneaker to match too
I remember it was Ralph Lauren
Boy I rocked thousand dollar garment off shoring
I came up eattin hotdogs backyarding
Nigga I wore bo hand me down
Where them silly bitches tryna clown me now
Oh now niggas wanna be down
Fake gangstas streets clowns
Been solo in these streets since a juvenile
I remember layin back in my bunk listening juvenile
Bitch I gotta play for keeps
And I need it now
Uh
King EL a artist you don't punchline box with
Taxing 12 from ya bitch
For this watch I gotta get
Gone head send 34 I just got the Bag
Balling like I'm the truth
All bout my greenLike a Celtics tatt
Hella slump ton lean because of deebo ass
Love the hustle so much
Don't wanna leave the cash
I never wanted to see you sad
But the bag couldn't be last