Welcome Back

Uh class back in session, let’s skip the introductions I’m back from hiatus hi haters it’s nothing All water under bridge Seen what y’all niggas did Heard what y’all niggas said but f*ck it I’m about this bread Still remains I’m unimpressed Thank the Lord before I dress But it ain’t really about you niggas I’m still a rapper had to flex I really need a meek mil to chase my dream and stock invest And I don’t rap on instrumentals I use the beat that’s in my chest F*ck a pen I write in blood to make these niggas get the message I’m back to new me the old me was over stressed Writing more sipping less Getting shit up off my chest Didn’t need a mirror this time for me to reflect I’m Jordan in the 45 didn’t miss a fuckin step Dribble right, shimmy left, shoot my shot all net Silence all the haters at once ain’t leave a second left Looking at the crowd go wild as they breath like 93 a King was born Brookdale Hospital I wish I would’ve known that I’d endure so many obstacles Recording in my cousins room to record deals are possible I gotta the Universe that Fred dropped the ball Cause now I own my own shit mentally and physically I swear that when this shit pop there’s no getting rid of me Box me in a corner then I’m Ali literally Float on beats like a butterflies but sting yo ass like Killer Bee’s Been through hell a couple times I take the heat religiously Nothing that these niggas do is ever taken seriously I only hear my voice when I’m being judged critically Cause really b ain’t none of these niggas can test me lyrically They ain’t nothing to spill when it all boils down Ain’t got time for beef man these niggas is clowns I’m just tryna make a change and it start with my town I’m here to stay and that’s word to the crowd Listen now