Back on My Shit (feat. Trip-E)

We don't take no L Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit man I'm done fasting Time to go eat man I'm done asking Taking what's mine I want every dime I'm taking the chance 'till I'm up laughing Done slacking, surpassing All of the bums that be dumb capping One bracket, one champion Sending you home better start packing I ain't stuck in a rut 'cause I'm back gassing The shit that I'm on well it’s too massive You can't copy a Don with that whack rapping Just hand me the crown 'cause I've been past ‘em I stay slapping you J catting I’m that guy and you’re too average That sick stunner with that bass blapping I’m still ‘bout it so come see what’s happening Running shit up like a half-back Got my rap stash in my backpack Now I'm back back in the lab lab Sipping cognac spitting cold facts One of the best and you know that One of the few that still knows rap One of the few that be speaking the truth And I came out of hiding to show that Oh shit Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay I ain’t ever gon’ stop I’m too good with the pen Got me thinking these motions I’m swerving again So I’m plotting on paper with all of my friends I’m too focused and hungry to let you all win No more waiting for chances I’m robbing them blind I ain’t showing my steps I’ma just handle mine I’m already progressing my lines are divine And my pockets are fatter I’m stacking it right, aye Ooh Getting this money, money Money, Ooh Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose, lose Lose, lose Ooh Getting this money, money Money, Ooh Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Ay Like I got nothing to lose, lose Ay, ay, ay, ay Let it go let it blow like a pipe bomb Hennessey what I drink when I write songs Play a beat wrap it up like a python When the mics on through the night long, my God I'm on another level Hear the beat drop and you feel it tremble Speed the flow up pedal to the metal Gonna get what's mine never gonna settle I'm a loud gat that's blast blast No lack lack on a real slap Beyond that when facts match That who's that when I rap tracks That dumb gas on my blunt wraps Got a dirty girl that can lick that Man you swear to God, man she did that? Yeah I swear to God, man she gon’ lick that Well let me tell you ‘bout this other chick Used to send me pictures and a couple flicks Really hope it’s not the fucking same girl from last week who sent me titty pics Got a tattoo right above her hip? And a lip ring on her bottom lip? Got hazel eyes, ‘bout yea high? Oh shit man it’s the same chick F*ck it Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Back on my shit, back on my shit Back on my shit, ay Bust down Bust down I’ve been on my shit I’ve been on it now I just started with this I just finished this now Getting this money, money Money, Ooh Getting to the bag like I got nothing to lose, yeah Like I got nothing to lose, lose Now I been on my shit I been on it now I just started with this I just finished this now Bust down Bust down