The Comeback (feat. S.R.L.N)

On the outside looking in Gotta bless my breath as I took it in Still here after battles and the crookedness On my grown man shit man look at this Been trying to make a change in my lifestyle Grew up too quick though I might smile I'm dying inside, try to hold it and hide I just roll it and stride on my own when I'm high It's the comeback, for a hundred miles I run back Get the hell up out my face when I bust back Cause they had me all caged up Had me cussing all raged up Had me spitting outrageous It's the hood that we're made from And I'm cut from the cloth that we take up Rapping to my grave, yeah undertaker Come back kid, yeah record breaker They can't hold me down I'll forever hold the crown Gotta pry it from my cold dead fingers when I'm found I'm a hustle if I have to Give me fake ass energy bruh, I will certainly match you Cold shoulder when I pass through let me ask you Why you praying that I fall and I'm taboo That jealousy don't look good let me get it understood Understand this shit Ain't no respect you can check the dialect And keep bumping your gums and you might get wrecked And you never really know Keep acting like it never really shows That's a problem cause you never really grow There's a difference when it's never really gold And you wonder why you never had it all Ask yourself is it really off the wall Now, now, now Competition, competition We keep winning anyway that's the living Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way Gotta win another race, at a pace, floating through outer space Competition, competition We keep winning anyway that's the living Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way Gotta win another race, floating through outer space Wanna put me in a box cause my box state Not a place at the table when I saw a plates Yo, f*ck the industry cause they all fake I'm above them anyway like a saw blade Cut the competition right in half Put your hand down, bitch, you ain't getting dap You don't know a real rap when it slaps you in the face like a hand clap Where your plans at, and your man's at I'm the last of a dying breed, but you the past of a dying feed And we tried to see, but I'm tired of things So you can cry and bleed while I ride the beat Said you off your meds, and you lost your head And your brain cell's dead and you got me red So I blast the lead, till you off my check And you all get left in the ditch like a wreck Competition, competition We keep winning anyway that's the living Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way Gotta win another race, at a pace, floating through outer space Competition, competition We keep winning anyway that's the living Ain't no limit give it to em every day, every way Gotta win another race, floating through outer spaceAin't no respect you can check the dialect And keep bumping your gums and you might get wrecked And you never really know Keep acting like it never really shows That's a problem cause you never really grow There's a difference when it's never really gold And you wonder why you never had it all Ask yourself is it really off the wall Now, now, now