Real – I’M BACK Lyrics

I’M BACK Lyrics

If I had to go bar to bar I’ll just puke verse
Every shot or punch that I took was
Heavy I saw a Buch of fucking cute girls
Crazy, I caught them thoughts and I just used for my own benefits, I’m way fucking head of this
Stop playing I’m veteran
Opps saying I’m repetitive, gob AK level it
Drop a song excederin
Got heads? Yeah they feelings this
Pop saying you winning it
If they got the wave I’m the moon bitch
I don’t even have to pull the strings to get you through kid
Like every surrounding place I’m too lit
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew you’rе too shit
We ain’t the same you foolish
Insanе with the game I’m prudish
You can’t comprehend my rhyme my full list
My sentence (sense-tends) to leave you clueless

(Hook)
I’m back, I’m back, I catch the bag, I wreck hella pad, I stack toe tags
I’m back
To be the greatest
I’m back
To make my haters hate me more
I’m back
To take your spot
I’m back
To destroy this bitch (x2)

(Verse 2)
My hook got the best quote
Booking my place on the throne
Do I rely? No
I need to be cheese high dough
All the rupees I note
Bitch you’ve seen my goal
Is to achieve only dream I chose
Is to be heard on each side of coast
I be at each individual MC services funeral ceremony
Preach spirituality not to fuck with the best I mean me
Physically or on a beat treating these other artist like feces
Easily these creep stick to my beef that’s my steak
If I’m a dick I stand every time you suck
Alarms start ticking when my hand start to budge
Calm you bitches I just planned to cuss
Rugrats get pads stack facts cause I’m

(Hook)
I’m back, I’m back, I catch the bag, I wreck hella pad, I stack toe tags
I’m back
To be the greatest
I’m back
To make my haters hate me more
I’m back
To take your spot
I’m back
To destroy this bitch (x2)

(Verse 3)
I achieve everything I got on my mind
I achieve everything you got on your mind
I achieve everything they got on their mind
Point is I’ll achieve everything I ain’t lying
Do you see me posting? No
Do you see me gloating? No
Do you see me clubbing ? No
Do you see my smoking? No
Do you see me on the road like you’re broke rapper looking for smoke to write
Yo, I usually be home cooking coke like Cranston so right
Cause I’m so dope you knows (nose) poke to sniff and copy my work style
Pen stroke might choke your breathe effects of the Snow White

(Hook)
I’m back, I’m back, I catch the bag, I wreck hella pad, I stack toe tags
I’m back
To be the greatest
I’m back
To make my haters hate me more
I’m back
To take your spot
I’m back
To destroy this bitch (x2)

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