The Get Back

I'm back in this muhfucka, y'all know wassup Let me try some shit, look Woke up quick at about noon Just thought if I don't get this bread back, then I'm doomed One head tap, put me six feet deep, I assume That get back, hands out like I'm tryna reach the moon, just give me room Feeling like I'm Prince with the finger wave More or less, we disciples, so these niggas sing our praise Put in work like Jesus, niggas don't respect, we need a raise Devil tryna recruit me, shit what you expect, I think I'm saved Couldn't get us paid, so they stuck my niggas in the cage We were slaves, or dogs, but at least our food was made Ain't no names, just numbers on a jumpsuit, know that shit a shame But shit that's just the game, you could play or complain They gon do your ass the same Feet down on the ground, never stumbled through the rain shit Struggled out the womb, but a nigga wouldn't change shit If I take these shrooms, I might talk another language Know we coming soon, better stay up out our way bitch Fuckin with the gang, should've gave yo ass a face lift Cookin on the beat, spillin blood on my apron She ain't wanna f*ck me back when I had the braces Now I'm sliding in, on some second base shit Fendi on my laces, bitch these ain't no Asics Now we trading places, nigga this that get back Got me seeing faces