My GVNG

Back, said I'm bringing it back Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back What you did's all like swinging a bat Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back Back, back, said I'm bringing it back Back, back, yeah I'm bringing it back What you did's all like swinging a bat Would y'all believe that I'm bringing it back Yes, I've been back at it, back at it On the streets, it's like a bad habit I ain't using like a crack at it I'll soon be taking crack at it I'm back at it, I'm back at it These damn niggas, they can't have it I'm speaking truth like an old man So my soul rhyming for these old bastards With my gang, we popping off the big skank Can't hoppin' off of my lane I know these bars I got, I earn my fame Cuz I'm fucking the track, I get tucked like a man When I ride a tight tire and I leave your race flat Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back Y'all can't react, I'mma smoke with your pack And this shit back, relax, cuz I'm bringing it back Woo Fuckin' with my gang We poppin' off the big skank Back at it, I'm back at it Sometimes I spit this sporadic Sometimes I spit it so slow But sometimes faster, double time master It's a disaster when I get plagiarized I talk to you, girl, like Mr. Bombastic High mathematics, like Mr. Fantastic I'll trick somebody like Mr. Go-Gadget When did I get so savage Twenty-three years in a fucked-up planet They have it and I can't stand it Might disappear like a plane that never landed Fake rappers, lack talent Puddle tip like a black talent Don't play games like a gammon I'll slap a bitch back, girl Fuckin' with my gang We poppin' off the big skank Get hoppin' off of my lane I know these bars I got, I earn my fame Cuz I'm fuckin' the track I attack like a mack when I write a tat-tat And I leave your bitch flat Y'all can't react to my smoke when you're packin Just sit back, relax, sit back, relax, relax, relax No G-Soul in your school era Bet you heard that one Truth be told, I'ma cause hysteria So you better run faster Sometimes I just wanna digress And reflect on my progress Other times I'm depressed I confess, but it's part of the process Going back, back to the days of the boom boom bop With a snapback and a back full of raps Back in the day when we used to bank cash In the stash in the back of the one-room flat Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill Keep it real, I'm all-in for the kill Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer Keep it real, I'm a serial killer