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Now who they talking bout, I'm back with it
They gon ring the bell, I'm like Enel
I bring the flash with it
I'm finna eat, step up to plate
You see the bat swinging
I took a break, but now I'm back and never act different
I'm back in the cut, yeah we back baby
See the numbers going crazy, yeah we back baby
Turn the TV on, they watching, yeah we back baby
They was hating, now they tuning in, we back baby
They wanted freedom, I'ma give em liberation
Hit the pavement
Get back up and quit complaining, it's amazing
Take a shot but know your bullets gonna get to ricocheting
Tick a box and get em taken off the map
His ticket waiting
We gon send him to the gates if he play, ain't with all that
Shawty hit my line and now she fucking with a strawhat
And I used fall short, now I'm sipping from a tall glass
Working out, I'm sweating from my head to my ballsack
And they couldn't step to the crew
A bounty, you better move
These berries up on my head, and I'm telling you it ain't new
And there's nothing you can do
When I step up in the room
And the money all blue
Uh huh
So why is they playing with us?
I know that I got em bitter, I know that I got em tearing up
Young Clairvoyant, they be thinking I ain't hearing much
Walk in and they scared, tell me
Why they acting weird as fuck?
I'm back in the cut, yeah we back baby
See the numbers going crazy, yeah we back baby
Turn the TV on, they watching, yeah we back baby
They was hating, now they tuning in, we back baby
I'm back in the cut, yeah we back baby
See the numbers going crazy, yeah we back baby
Turn the TV on, they watching, yeah we back baby
They was hating, now they tuning in, we back baby
Any day I drop, they stop to watch my latest move
Step for the agenda, head canon til I'm shooting through
Scratch men, get em off the records, make em switch their tune
They metal gripping till the kid is sinking with his crew
Lil bro, he been getting active but it's silent
Tell my bro to phone the boys, we gonna get him dialed in
TV on, we valid, we ain't ever need a pilot
Going for the head top, trim em like stylist
No glock tucked, big t-shirt, Billie Eilish
I draw em out, sticks getting upped like I's did
The feats I got, they burning from the streak I'm on
I'm cooking up
I've been straight chillin
I'm so kind, I send the rookies up
Got em running round
I run em down, that's big steppa
The twins twitching
You'll be next, don't pull the ruger out
Ain't no crew a bigger nuisance
Shoot his roof, we moving foul
Cool it down
Kuzan with the ice, we gonna rule em out
Wave the flag, we never see it
Lock and aim, we shoot it down
Generational beef, I display it on a poneglyph
Harness the inner drums, let it blast and I turn em all to myths
Send em all, this ruler get involved, the difference marginless
I smoke em quick
Light it up, I'm chain smoking, they lining up
Gear fiveth get his wig split while I'm laughing, better tighten up
I silence em
Laughing to the bank, I got that cash with me
Don't turn his TV off, I'm telling em we back baby